Mary was the consummate soccer Mom. She was usually our designated car pool driver. No matter the hour, she was always perfectly dressed, not a hair o...t of place, and perfectly made up. She brooked no deviations from her rules. Because she was so much like Mom, I joked with her more than the other guys did, and usually referred to her as "Drill Sergeant." I thought her strictness was kind of cute because I was used to it with Mom. When she'd lay the law down, "You boys quieten down back there!". A. Our oldest daughter is in school and our son is getting ready to start kindergarten. The third child – I want a boy and a girl but the third one can be either – is still toddling around and keeping me young."If we talk 15 years, I guess you're about ready to close the books on your career. You probably have two or three good years left in you but you want to go out on top. You announce that this is your last year. Our little girl has reached the age when she's starting to date and you worry. I’m happy it did, though. You make a beautiful slavegirl.”“Thanks, Mom. I think.”Jill inserted a second finger into the girl’s sex, causing Faith to suck in her breath. “Are you disappointed that your summer job turned out different than you expected?”Faith turned her head to look into her mother’s eyes. “Do you mean am I disappointed that I was enslaved?”Jill smiled and kissed Faith on the tip of her nose. “Yes. Are you disappointed that you are a slave?” She flicked her tongue over the nose. Also, the groceries and flour have to be kept on a shelf that is high about my height. So she asked me what kind of food I liked and what was to be made. I was, however, staring at her breasts. Being in my home, I felt quite confident and shameless in checking her out the way she used to do to me.She was around 5’8″, wheatish complexion, 34C boobs (I got to know her bra size later on) and average ass. But she had a beautiful face, oval and long, long hair and a deep voice that reflected her.