I pulled one hand away from my mom, and followed the heat between my thighs. I dug into my wet juicy pussy, and slid my fingers deep inside. I urged...her to tell me more:"She then told me about the day Malcolm came over for tea. It was the day I came home from school and I couldn't get out of the kitchen fast enough. She told me that, up until that day, Malcolm had never mentioned all of the mother and daughter shows we put on for him. But now, he related all of the fine details to. " "Do you think I'd make a good mother?" Taken aback by Mike's unexpected query, John had totake an extra few seconds to formulate a cohesive answer."Oddly enough, I think you'd make a great mother,especially so if you gave birth to a son. Now, that's notto say that you couldn't handle a daughter, because I haveno doubt that you'd do just fine raising a little girl. AllI'm saying is, having been a boy yourself, you have aninsight that other mothers just don't have." Seeking conformation, Mike. "I am sure that you have an excuse for your behaviour, Babette.But you must learn. If you ever catch a man, you can be sure that he willdemand his meals on time. That will be more important than anything elsefor him. Just as I have to obey Francine totally, so you must learn how toobey the man of your dreams. So go off now and put on your own maid'suniform, the one you wore in England, it's waiting for you in yourbedroom."I returned wearing my outfit. "Get down on your four feet, for you are. . might fall right down”There were many more verses than I’ve listed here. Eventually, Fred strummed a final chord, and rested the guitar.Once we had got our own breath back, we praised him, asking him how the heck he remembered quite so many of the verses.“Partly practice, partly having that sort of memory, and partly cheating - why do you think I got Vee to start a few? I’m not quite as green as I am cabbage looking!”We laughed. The lad had a real sense of humour, and didn’t take himself too.