"Like you?" I felt something nice and soft in my head, telling me howLady Varnham was really really smart and pretty, but did I want to belike her? Co...ld I be like her? I hoped I could when I was grown up,because Mother was the smartest and prettiest lady in the world, but thatwas a long time away. Why was I crying? I stopped, but I had to keepsniffling for a bit."There, there. Isn't that so much better, Henrietta?" Mother said as sheput out her hand. I reached up and grabbed it and followed. We enter the lift in the lobby, I take this opportunity to get closer. As the doors slide closed I lean in and kiss her cheek, instantly I feel her fingers on my neck and her head turns. Our lips find each other’s, that same taste returns as our mouths open and tongues embrace. Swirling together gently as my hand explores her body. The bell dings quicker than I was expecting as the lift reaches Level 5, the doors slide open as we giggle and walk hand in hand down the corridor. Checking the. It was an instructional video. But first, I had to retrieve one of mynew purchases - the big, black penis or cock, or what every you guyscall those things. It was humongous. My hands, which seemed to bebecoming smaller, barley, fit around its diameter. I could also put mymay hands on top of each other and still not match its length. Do menreally have this type of equipment! I don't!Back at the computer, I sat down with the butt plug in me. Boy, thiswas a different experience. I opened the. “I am. Happily. You?”“Not now. I learned more about ‘equitable distribution’ than I cared to.”“Missouri isn’t a community property state?”“Nope. Should have stayed in Palo Alto.”We weren’t on a date. I had explained to Walker, “It’s a challenge for me. I need Chip’s help, but I can’t tell him what it’s about.”Pilar said, “Is he cute?”“As a bug’s ear.”My dilemma was that I needed game tape. Tapes. A lot of them. Every game that Sandy Seaver pitched in. But I couldn’t tell Chip that. And.