Does that help you process?" Mom asks."Yes," Lauren answers, then hesitates."What else did you want to ask?" Mom is running her hand up and down Laure...'s arm. "Have you and Mrs. Andrews... um... you know... done anything... um like sexual?" Lauren asks, hemming and hawing and not looking at her mother. Mom waits a long time before answering."Why is that important to you, Lauren?" Mom asks. "So you have," Lauren says."But why is it important?" Mom coaxes her."Because I think I might be. David then asked Sherry what she called her vagina. She laughed and said, “Other than the jungle of desire; I think of it as my pussy.”David, once more, grabbed a handful of hair and gently tugged at it. He declared that he liked her pubic hair, liked running his fingers through it. Then proclaimed that it was a hairy, very hairy pussy. With that, his finger slid up and down the outer lips of her “pussy”. Sherry shivered at his touch, longed for much more. David smiled and said, “Patience, my. "I was surprised to realize that daddy wasn't holding my head anymore.He'd let me go at some point and now it was all me. I was the oneforcing my mouth down around his cock, taking him into my open throatover and over. I wasn't pushing at his thighs anymore, I was pullingat him, drawing myself down so I could fuck my daddy with my mouth. Iwanted his sperm in my tummy. I wanted it mixed up with his piss andspit and the cum from seven boys I didn't even love.I didn't love anybody but my daddy and. The thing was, she knew she liked him ... a lot. He would be easy to fall for and she felt it inside her, the slipping sensation, a bit unnerving, butterflies in her stomach. She liked watching him, loved the intensity in his eyes, the angles and planes to his face, and the hint of a cleft.She liked his sensitivity, too. She’d never have suspected he had a caring side. Callie smiled again. Ayasha. She liked the nickname and adored how much emotion he expressed when he used it.“You never.