She has one hand under the covers, the other tweaking her own nipple just like the girl in the story would be. When I kiss her, she licks my lips, pre...ending it's the other girl's pussy pressed against her. She purrs.I pull back to watch her enjoy herself for a moment. "And then what? Do I cum like that?" she asks."You both do." I tell her. "She cums from your tongue licking her and going inside her, and you cum from being fucked this whole time." What about you?" she asks. "Do you cum inside. Finally, Misty kissed one of those nipples. Ashley sighed and lifted her tit up with her hands so that the black woman could more easily suck on the pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.Misty stuck out her tongue and ran it around the pinkness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly around the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement.Misty had made love with other women before, white, black, yellow and brown. She had always been. " I don't understand, Claire. I do know that pregnancies affect us alldifferently and even differently each time. Is there something else Idon't understand?"I take a breath and say, "You were absolutely right about what yousaid before." What are you talking about? About what"Is she forgetting? Trying to put it out of her mind? That won't begood for either of us in the long run. I have to go through withthis, "Mom, I'm Claire, the daughter you bore and raised and motheredand cared for and. Got me?" My tone had risen gradually through the brief tirade. I had stepped away from Erin and Renée so they could not touch me, could not calm me."Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked. He had the guts to continue pushing the issue. So could I."I am hers. I am that which you could never be. I am also someone to not upset. I will find out from Erin if there is anything else with your name attached. If there is, it will be either going back to the service from which it came or in a.