A little judicious questioning and somebody drilled down in the organization to find me a few answers." He turned to me. "Stoney, I hope you don't fin... this offensive..." If it was my daughter, I would do as much," I said. "I trust that all they complained about was my propensity for coffee and practical jokes." Sooooo," Jo said, "he passed?" I didn't know we were supposed to keep score, my dear," Bridgette said. "This is not a sporting event. For two weeks you've told us about this man, and. Thinking back we should have realised earlier that Mother was differentto other women, but we were used to her, she had raised us since we werelittle and we loved and trusted her. No, don't get me wrong; I'm notaccusing her of abusing that trust - she just made use of it.Our real parents were killed in a horrific smash on the motorway when wehad just turned eight: when Concita, our nanny, received that phone callfrom the police she shrieked and became almost hysterical. She wouldn'tsay what was. 'As Doris was away, I was left to myself most of the time, and during the summer I used to occupy myself by frequenting a wooded park that was nearby, sitting on the grass and feeding the swans.'By this time I had developed in a startling manner and now had breasts indeed to be proud of, and having beguiled mother to allow me to dress as I wished, flattered myself that I was indeed an object of interest for any boy or man-but had not even a sweetheart.'But to get back to my story. As I have. Joyce then dropped the bra on the floor, unzipped her pants and pulled her her panties. She told me to undress and I did. Joyce laid on the bed and said, "come massage my pussy with your cock". My dick was hard as a rock. I licked her nipples and started sucking her pussy. The hair was thick and gray. I was loving it. I put my tongue as deep as I could in Joyces pussy. I started licking her ass too! Joyce was loving it! Breathing hard and heavy! I pulled my head out from between her.