" "Can't . . . can't . . . why not?" (Momma's smile and those of herdaughters vanished as quickly as they'd appeared.) "Because then I'd be the bigges... fool in the desert, and pretty obviouslyI'm not." At this the two girls began to cry all over again, until their mother gentlybut firmly hushed them. "Oh dear," said Momma after she'd calmed them down. "Oh dear.I guess I'd better try a new tack. I was hoping to save us all, but well .. . . It's like this, Mr. Coyote. We've been looking for a. We drunk our glasses empty and went on the third Pissing-Slut, the one dressed in red. The third Tasting-Slut took her red skirt of so we could admire the third and last cunt. She pulled out the dildo, but not totally, she gave her a fuck for a few seconds, just to make het pussy even more wet. Then the red Slut started pissing in our glasses. The tasting started again with new comments and notes. In the meanwhile I had started playing and fingering a bit the pussy of the white Pissing-Slut in. Breakfast went off in silence between them and Amanda got on with makingpetit fours and other snacking items that he could prepare in advancefor Saturday. He still managed all his other duties and felt very proudof himself, content the Karen would find no fault with him. Dressed inhis powder blue uniform with matching six inch high heels, dinnersimilarly went off well as did breakfast the following morning when heserved his wife in bed."Are you well advanced with the preparations for this. "Oh my god," she whined. "What is happening?" she cried dropping themirror once again.This time she fell to her knees and peered into the mirror from above,the child was again looking back, but she was smiling, the child movedher face close to the mirror, and Patricia followed like a reflection.The two faces were just inches away, separated by just a sheet of glass,they stared at each other, perfectly in time, Patricia couldn't believeit. "Oh my Go..." Two hands sprung forth from the mirror,.