He honked his horn a few times and saw his athletic black friend coming jogging out of his house with Mindy in tow. James Jackson, or simply JJ, was K...nny's best male friend, hands down. Basically being a jock, JJ hit it off with Kenny during their gym classes in middle school and soon the pair had become the best of friends. The pair meshed well enough, Kenny usually being the brains and JJ the brawn, though both were very capable in their own right, and thanks to like-minded ways, the men had. "Brad? I'm not called Brad," I said. "Are you seeing someone?" I asked."No, of course not darling. Magenta it is then," she replied. I assumedshe had been taking something and put it to the back of my mind. At thisstage I had only seen the film once and couldn't remember the charactersnames that well. It had been raining heavily out and I was pleased to beindoors and didn't mind if she had a few strange ideas from time to time.She said we were going to a fancy dress screening of her favourite. Only take one, alright? I can explain one thing going missing if someone comes back, but a bunch? People will think I stole it. I'm running a studio here."The first thing was a bunch of bandages. It was a lot to work with, likely for a bunch of bandaged injuries or perhaps a mummy costume. The bandages were not sticky and would have to be tied up, but it would cover Darcey's entire body. Still, it would be a lot of attention - a walking mummy in the middle of the day.The second was a ballerina. Becky loved the little whimpers of pleasure escaping from her mother’s mouth and once her hand was free from her mother's body held it up admiring how it was coated in juices to past her wrist. Like a giant lollipop she licked and sucked her hand until it was clean, before returning her head back to Stacey’s breast and snuggling in. As they lay there in the afterglow of sex gently stroking each other's bodies in a way that wasn't the usual way between mother and daughter Stacey said quietly to.