Sorry about that,” I chuckled my apology.Neither mom nor I were ever good at giving or accepting apologies so it felt weird apologizing to her. I th...nk she saw apologies as a sign of weakness, even when someone apologized to her. I also suspect that what few apologies she ever made were just a way to get someone to shut up about something she did wrong without her ever really meaning what she was saying.My mom laughed and said that after the week, she’d had, that had only tickled. “Don’t even. Margot fed. Her tongue and lips made moist sucking sounds and her throat was gulping as she swallowed the flow.Debby's cunt was squishing as it poured into Margot's eager face, adding sweet sound effects to the sucking sensations.She began to quiver convulsively,"Drink me, Mrs. Benson!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, swallow from my cunt!"As the teenager began to climax, Margot fell into a feeding frenzy, biting like a shark. She used her tongue to spoon the cuntjuice into her mouth and her pliable lips. Her black hair was worn in a bob with bangs just above her big blue eyes and she preferred the conservative fashions of the fifties rather than the modern bright-coloured shifts and skirts, patterned tights and low-block heels that were now popular.His aunt, Millicent Ryan, was three years older than her sister and had run away from home to the city as soon as she could. She’d married an advertising executive and had lived the high life, looking down her nose at her family as if they were. How can you say there's no Bubba?" Do you remember how it used to be when we were kids? How you and I spent all the time together? How I used to practically hang on you?" Yeah." (Came out kind of like Yeah-Uh - I still didn't have a clue about what she was talking about)."Have you noticed how I've been trying to get your attention ever since you started Jr. High?" Not really." See? You are dense. I've done everything but lie down on the ground so you'd trip over me." I still don't understand.