"OK, Princess," I said. "I guess it's up to me to keep your ass out of jail. But I swear to Christ, Miss Ferguson, if you so much as say one thing tha... pisses me off, I'll drive you to the jail myself and Mack can come get you in the morning."At the mention of Mack's name, Elizabeth stopped cursing."The only reason I'm down here is so Mack doesn't have to come pick your drunken, obnoxious ass up at the jail and take you home," I told her. "So, you're going to pull yourself together. We're going. She hated the thought of her daughter going through what she had gone through as a girl. But she knew it had to happen. She hoped it didn't have to happen in quite the same way it had to her. It never occurred to her that her son and daughter might have the same kind of relationship she had had with HER brother. THAT relationship had been born of the kind of pain and loneliness that her children had never had to face."Well, sweetheart, I'm not sure I'll be much help to you. I didn't have many. Kay was the breadwinner as she worked full time as a paralegal for a large Law Firm in Memphis, Tennessee. Ella acted as a stay-at-home mom. Kay and Ella were deeply in love and shared lesbian love, taking it to its fullest. They were both voracious pussy eaters and could not get enough of each other.Kay and Ella both, however, often enjoy eating the sweet pussies of other like-minded women. They often shared the sweet nectar from the same pussy. Kay and Ella were not virgins in the biblical. ” She nodded. Her head was in a spin from the force of the orgasm that had just ripped through her and she no longer felt awkward before him. She climbed down, not even bothering to adjust her skirt and turned around, bending over the wooden desk. Her bare arse and tight hole now faced him. She spread her legs and placed her arm under her body, her hand connecting once more with her dripping honey pot. “Mmm, mmm,” she moaned as the slightest touch from her already wet fingers made her body.