We sat facing each other, Mrs Cranfield sat on the settee, I perched nervously on the edge of the armchair. The gas fire burned brightly the flames da...cing among the artificial logs. It was warm. There was a slight cough, a clearing of the throat from the settee.Mrs Cranfield sat there and looked at me, her back as stiff and straight as a ramrod, hands in her lap, fingers clasped in a double-fist, her mouth tight-lipped, her eyes unfriendly and cold. Every inch the schoolmarm.I thought of what. He was just as likely to orgasm in his mother's fuck slot with dry heaves as often with floods of fertile cock cream. I never stopped fighting my son. I told the doctor that I was studying Karate, to explain the bruises. I told Dr. Kalter that I knew of women who took Karate to defend themselves from their sons. When I asked how many mothers, not able to defend themselves, did he personally treat? He said, with great astonishment, "None." No doubt I had tread upon doctor-patient. We are running a competition to findthe best workers and the outing is to be part of theprize for the winners.” I nodded, “It seems a good idea,” I said. “And what isthe rest of their prize?”“Well, if you agree,” she said, “I think that they wouldlove to have you and Wendy go along with them for theirday out. After all Wendy is still their Princess!”I discussed the offer with Wendy, who agreed. In fact,she was delighted to think that she was. .." And Jessica stopped when she saw the look on Gwendoline's face."That's better Jessie - unless you want to join her! Off you go Harriet. Come on Jessica lets get to sleep"Harriet had just got into the water and swum the first few strokes across when Gwen called to her to come back and join them and get herself warm. Her day of misery was over!As she lay between the two, she again kissed Gwendoline on the cheek. Sorry again Gwen - mind you I think you were really far too hard on me!" Don't.