. i was young and because my mother was so free about talking about sex i didnt know any better, but i would learn soon. "dont talk about things like ...hat on the dinner table" "why, you like analsex, so why cant i talk about it?" The faces said enough, i shut up about it and we eat our dinner.16 y.o i came home for dinner, my mom opend the door and immediatly told me she used some speed i left her. She sometimes asked me that if i experiment with d**gs, i leave her some too. I left her magic. Think also about Bonnie. If she started whoring with you when she was 14, by the time she was 26 she could have a huge fortune salted away to secure her future. Wow, the image in my head of you on top of me doing a cowgirl with my cock in your hot, tight cunt hot pumping in and out with Bonnie sitting on my face so I can suck out her cunt and eat and chew on her cunt lips and pussy meat is making me light headed with desire for the two of you.OK. I have to stop thinking about this. It's almost. Having been turned off all day at the office, and with my with thoughts bouncing from 'oh shit!' to 'oh yes!', my phone merrily started to vibrate away as the first notifications came through. Jen jumped! She looked at me with shock and alarm in her eyes. 'Buzz, buzz, buzz,' went my phone as more random notifications came through. I could only look at Jen and say, 'I’m sorry there's no way I can move my phone.' She looked up at me again and then things made sense. My phone must have been. "Oh Estelle they are exquisite." He ran his hands from the waistband down her hips on either side to the leg bands that clutched tightly to her upper thighs. "I just love them." He smiled as he fiddled with them. "I see so many thongs and G-strings, so many lacy French cut panties and so many little cotton nothings that I'm almost blasé about them. But these--" he moved one hand round to the front where it explored the elasticised material as it pulled tightly at her stomach and one hand to the.