So that was what Tom was into, schoolgirls.The photos did nothing for me except to give me an idea.If Tom wanted a schoolgirl why shouldn't I be that ...irl?That night, what was becoming a regular masturbatory session overTom, had a new impetus as I thought about becoming a schoolgirlfor Tom to enjoy.I wondered how I could let Tom know that if he wanted a school girlI could be one for him.I decided to try and offer some hints for him.I had been working on the school play and, using a digital. She heard our other grandchildren call us that and we don't mind."Jess came running back in with her coloring book and climbed up on my lap. She opened her book and said, "The pretty pitchers grandma drawed. She said I did good. I like coloring pitchers." I think you did a great job coloring your pictures. Grandma used to color with me when I was your age. She always did draw the best," I smiled at Jess."Do you want to color with me? I'll go get my crayons." Not today Honey, maybe another time.. "That's when it hits her. She's in her pajamas. A thin tank top and flannel pants, her hair in a loose ponytail from when she washed her face. She sits at the kitchen table and draws her knees up to block her chest. She snorts. "I thought the two of you were inseparable."Dean ignores the barb. Picking up the beer she set out for him, he takes a long drink. Nothing like a little liquid courage and he'd need all the help he could get.Jo watches him stiffen. Her heart begins to pound faster in her. And I justhad a great idea what to do with two more of these audio tones. You do rememberthat you agreed that I would have sex with you whenever I wanted right? Thatwas part of the agreement. I can still bring the two of you back now if youwant.? She said she didn't want that. One more small step. I pressed the second and third audio tone buttons. Could she hear them? Shenodded that she could. ?Great. When you hear this one,? I said as I pressed the second one again, ?Iwant you to come over to.