It's yucky! I say, "No!"Mommy talks and points at the mush. I throw the spoon and push the bowl soit falls down. I scream as loud as I can.Mommy is ma.... Mommy takes me out of the highchair and puts me in theplaypen. I scream and kick and Mommy won't look at me. Why won't Mommylook at me? I scream and cry. I want Mommy now! I want juice! I want nicemush!After a long, long, long time, Mommy picks me up and gives me a bottlewith milk. I drink. I don't finish because it's not juice. I want juice!. This meant that when I turned 14 my mother was still quite young, only 32 years old. She was also very attractive. She looked after her body, and worked out at the gym 3 days a week. She also had the most amazing big pair of tits. Whenever she wore a tight fitting t-shirt her nipples were always very obvious, sticking out at least quite a bit despite being pressed down by her bra and t-shirt. I could only imagine how huge they would be if let free.I would often lie in bed at night and fantasize. "Come on, I think I hear the doorbell," Monica grabs her hand and they make their way down the steps to be greeted by Liam."Oh my god, my baby is home," Monica throws her arms around him causing them both to nearly tumble over. As they both pull back, Liam's eyes look to the left to see Sasha walking towards them. His eyes roam down her bare, tanned, toned legs. "Sasha, oh wow! It's been so long. How are you?" he asks. Much to his pleasure, she wraps her arms around him and he slightly lifts. "I had an idea I knew where this was going to go, "You think that's what she wants?" Yes, I'm sure. Jimmy, she's not really sure but this is not something you can do half way. When she's here I want you to change her key so she can't leave unless I let her. Set it so she can call you if she wants to but that's all." So calling me becomes her safe word?" Yes, I don't think she'll use it though. Jimmy, I'm not planning to hurt her, at least not any more than she wants me to, but she does want to.