"Did I ever show you my old photographs, Tabatha?"She never called me Tammy."No mummy," I sighed. "You didn't." Her name was Anna," she said as I look...d at a picture of a stunningly beautiful young girl in what passed for a skimpy bikini in the seventies."She's nice mummy." I said. "Who is she?" She's the wife of an American senator," she had a wistful expression on her face."But then, she was my soul mate, my lover, my bed mate, she was my life Tabatha and I loved her with all my heart."I was. Young-Rebecca moaned and rubbed the back of her head. “Are you all okay?” she asked.Trembling, Young-Rebecca cracked an eyelid. “What happened to me? I don’t feel so good. Who are you?”“I’m ... Leda,” she answered cautiously. “Can you sit up, dear?”Young-Rebecca swiveled her left eye, examining the unfamiliar surroundings. “How did I get here?” she asked.Eying the girl’s badly split lower lip, and developing black eye where Iris—one of the Iris’s--had punched her, Rebecca helped her sit. “You. "Miss Appleton? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had visited Alice earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall weather held. Ed Boyse refrained from telling the boys that Alice had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness" of the other day."Thanks, Mr. Boyse. You know things. Oh a pocket pussy. Franny opened the package and said it looks pretty real putting her finger in the pussy hole. She wiggled her finger around like she was finger fucking it.John why are you so red? I mean there's nothing wrong with it. All guys masturbate, women do too. I do a lot.Franny actually rubbed her pussy.You do know people fuck all the time. Not just to have k**s. For fun and it feels really good.Lets try it out.NO, I'm good.John were going to try it out. Sit on the couch and take.