Jenny was smart and beautiful and once in a while Jenny would forget and call Natalie ‘mom.’She clenched her fists as the pain of betrayal lanced ...hrough her, “Cindy ... you bitch! If I ever see you again you’ll be very sorry!”Natalie had watched Harrison try to explain to Jenny why Mommy had gone and why she wasn’t coming back. At eighteen Natalie had willingly stepped in because she loved Jenny and Harrison. Now she was nineteen, and Jenny was a precocious and lovable six year-old. Natalie. The bedroom was dimly lit. As we stoppedin front of the bed, Gladys said me :-“Carlo please, pull out the side laces of your panties and widen your legs slightly so thatyour panties can drop and leave your hard cock free. I want and need you to share my bedwith me tonight because we must love each other for long ! Do you agree with me ?”-“Yes, I do and I thank you for that, but please, stop crying !”-“Carlo kneel and go on kissing my feet as you did before, meanwhile I'll take my bathrobeout,. I started crying. He sat next to me and asked why I’m crying. I told him that you couldn’t control your sexual desires at this age. Wherein your son is not taking any care of me, where should I go for it. He was shocked to hear it and started probing me what exactly happened.Then I told him that his son is a gay and not interested in females. He felt really sorry for me and started to console me. Then I politely asked him, “You are also craving for sex, and I’m also craving for it. Why can’t we. She had the full and undivided attention of every other passenger, including a party of giggling schoolgirls, a number of startled businessmen and an embarrassed priest who happened to be sitting directly opposite her.The dark reflection in the windows told her everything she didn't want to know about her appearance. Her nipples were just about punching their way through the shirt. Even more worrying, and she was sure it wasn't her imagination, her areolae were clearly visible as puffed-up dark.