She wants me to keep Dexter involved with her, with us, with me. Ugh. I’m exhausted and I smell but no time for a shower and a nap. I trudge to m... room. I do what I’ve been instructed to do. Mom has come up with an outfit to keep Dexter coming back. I pull off my blouse and drop my skirt to the floor. Mom can pick it up later. Taking off my bra, I notice my breasts. Have they grown since morning? They are definitely pushing past C cups but so soon? Probably not. I lose the grannie. Misty watched her obscene writhing of her seemingly possessed stepdaughter and in her own way was somewhat jealous of the attention she was receiving from the interested couple. Not that there was a competition between the two because they were in complete harmony concerning all matters sexual and they acted in concert like twin sisters rather than mother and daughter.Mr. Johnson pulled out of the teenager’s pretty ass with a sigh of regret.He was more than willing to leave it inside the dear. She was crying but soon enough calmed down.Missionary was getting boring, even though I loved to she her little titties bounce and her face allcovered with tears. I pulled out to let her catch her breath, “Are we done?” she asked in aquavering voice. “No, turn over now, on your knees with your hands flat on the bed, yes just likethat”. She did what I said but a little hesitant, “Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed you are beautifuland you have been great”. She liked that and it made her more willing.. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It’s an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it’s the attitude that’s poisonous, but the attitude is the part I’m least ashamed of. Did I say ‘creative writing’? Well, maybe that’s getting ahead of myself. Maybe it’s just an English major. I’m second year. I love literature but I don’t get the whole ‘English’ thing anyway. I have no intention of ever reading Beowulf again, least of all from a scholarly perspective. They don’t like to mention the.