Sorrel answered, ‘I belong to the firm.’ Collette giggled, ‘We own the firm. That means you belong to us. I’m going to have to get you to baby...sit for me. Would you like to do that?’ Sorrel, wondering where Fletcher was, looked neither to the right nor to the left. She said in a flat voice, ‘Yes, if that’s what you want me to do.’ Denise interjected, ‘Hey, I’m just the girlfriend. Are you required to do what I say?’ Sorrel answered, ‘Yes, I think so.’ Cynthia took Sorrel’s chin and pulled her. . gosh, Mom ... I ..." Terry said falteringly, suddenly captivatedby his mother's mysterious eyes."I hope I didn't ask anything -- too personal, darling. But after all,Terry, I did leave the house last night just so that you and your littlegirl friend could ... fuck." You ... you did?" Terry asked breathlessly.Sheila smiled. "Of course I did, Terry! Didn't you know that? I thoughtit was rather obvious!"Sheila wanted her son desperately. Her seething cunt burned for him now.She could have torn. That had happened less in recent years, as Victoria and I worked from home, but the girls still saw each other all the time. I knew Karen as a nice person, a good mother, divorced with two children. Rebecca was our girl's age, and Emily was a year younger. I thought it was interesting that Amy said their parents were coming also, as I was sure Karen was divorced. Maybe she was getting remarried and wanted us to meet the new man.Curious as to who would show up, I was waiting by the window when. “I want you to. You want to, don’t you?”No words would have been sufficient, so I let my tongue do the talking silently. Reedie’s little bumhole was incredible: sweet and fragrant and it felt perfect, although I couldn’t see it in the darkness.“I need to look at it,” I said, pushing the skirt up out of the way, and as the light-flooded in, I spoke softly to her. “Reedie, you’re beautiful. You’re a wonderful woman and I want to take up residence in your underwear.”“Let me suck you,” she said.