Bo picked it up and flipped through the pages. What little she saw, she liked. She could see John's handiwork about her sexual pleasures written into ...he storyline.By the end of the day she had read through the whole draft."So," John asked. "What do you think?" I like it baby," she said. "But I have a few suggestions." Like what?" He asked.She hesitated before saying what she was fantasizing about. But her recent discovery of doggy sex opened her eyes to new possibilities."Well," she flipped. There was the hot, humid atmosphere of a green house and the overpowering smell of flowers. The scent was so thick that the air actually seemed viscous, but it was delicious for all that. It was a tiny place, and so crammed with flowers and plants that it took me a minute to find the counter. There was no one there that I could see, but I could hear a canary singing in the back."Hello?" I called.A woman's voice called out from the back. "Be right with you!"I stuck my face in a bunch of flowers,. Rita went right to my nipples. Sucking and licking them hard making them big and hard. Then she slid her hand down my body to my pussy. She ran her little old hand over my shaved pussy."MMMMM" she said "I like a bald pussy."Rita went down my body kissing it to my pussy. I quivered a little as she got to my pussy. I could feel my pussy getting wet. She slid around between my legs and began licking between my pussy lips. "Wow somebodies already wet. am I making you horny hun?"I just moaned with. They would be gone for several more hours probably. We neither knew nor particularly caredEven by this time, in my early teens I understood that our parents were different from others people’s. Growing up there was almost no physical affection shown to either my brother or me. Our parents didn’t hug us or kiss us. For that matter they didn’t show much affection to one another either. They said all the right things and I believe that they loved us. They were just not capable of demonstrating.