“Stoli on the rocks, please.”The bartender pours a large one and tries to make conversation but Chloe is having none of it. She wants to be alone ...ith her thoughts. And visions. She can’t get the images out of her mind. Becca and Emma—lovers. Her little girls kissing and touching and licking each other, committing every taboo, forbidden act she’s always dreamed about. Her own daughters are living her fantasy. It’s so outrageous, so fucking hot, her wildest imaginings come to life, and yet...“Oh. It was about a couple of days later when I remembered I still hadn't been round to water her plants, so eager to keep her happy and hopefully the sexy fun, I strolled round to Faiths and finding the key under her backdoor mat, I let myself in.I had barely got inside when I heard groaning coming from her front room, so thinking there was clearly an intruder in the house, I silently walked towards the doorway to see who it was.I peered curiously into the next room, and couldn't believe my eyes,. I never realized how fast time flew by because here with me was no baby, but a big strapping six foot tall sixteen year old, needing only a few more high school credits to make graduation.As if I needed any more angst of my own, the TV series was cancelled.I had enough money to retire, but not in the kind of luxury or glamor that my public was used to associating with me.When J.B. moved in, he wanted to know why, if I had all this room, that my parents and him couldn't have moved in WITH me.. I looked up and noticed her hair was still bound up in a bun."Your hair is still up?" I asked.Bethany smiled as she walked to stand just in front of me. She leaned over so that her head was almost directly above me, and reaching back with a hand untied her hair allowing it to fall all the way to her waist as she stood with her breasts in my face. I gasped and she lowered herself until she was looking me right in the eye."I always wanted to try that," she smirked and then leaned in to give me a.