I made her stay there for a few minutes while I rested. The scene was totally priceless. I shoved all her papers onto the floor and scattered them w...thout regard to keeping them in order. I turned on the tv and made her keep her position for about a half hour. Over some of that time she'd whimper, sometimes she'd cry. She said nothing and she didn't move.Yeah, broken.Very, very, VERY broken.I'd rested up some, pulled her up on my lap and had her mount me. She didn't want to look at me but. Besides, you used to love the stuff when you were a baby." Kathryn handed her daughter the jar. Megan held it in her hands, feeling the warmth emanating from it. She gazed at it, mouth slightly ajar, as she pulled it closer to her lips. The edge of the jar made contact with her lower lip and she eased it up, letting the warm liquid flow into her mouth. She savored the sweet-tasting breast milk before swallowing. She could feel the warmth sliding down her throat. She lifted the jar higher until. I loved having you stay with me when you were young, and to watch you develop into the fine young man. After that night in the motel, I realized that your new masculinity was very exciting to me, but was adamant about not letting myself behave improperly. I knew you managed to look at me as often a you could, that some of the outfits I wore seemed to interest you more than others, and later, that you were mastubating with my lingerie. It pleased me to know you found me attractive, and that I. Ella felt her already wet pussy flood. She could feel his hard cock nestled against the denim that was stretched tight across her ass. "Yes," she moaned. "You are wearing far too many clothes." His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he sat up and swatted at it, spanking her hard. "I thought you said I was being good," Ella whined, arching her back to remove her shirt and bra as Ben smacked her again, harder. "You were good and quiet, but my brother was right there you naughty girl." He.