She told me that Ingrid was angry with her and was insisting that she tell her what happened the other day. So, Sigrid told her about our adventure on...the island and our adventure on the bed. Then Ingrid called her a bitch and a whore. Sigrid was crying on the other end of the line. I tried to console her by saying that she wasn't a whore and that there was nothing wrong with having fun to try and catch up with what she missed for such a long time. I also told her that her sister was an. His beautiful tiny self. I couldn't get him out of my mind...or my hormones. One day while at the market shopping, in the produce section, no less...who would approach from behind holding a cucumber and say to me, "I think you might like something that looks like this." I was pleasantly surprised to see him and the sheepish look on his face made me laugh. "Something like that, eh? Do you mean a vegetable that resembles that cucumber?" He smiled and said, "Sort of, I mean a pickle, my. My mother comes to the side of the bed where I am sitting, her fanny level with my face. I run my hands up the back of her legs over her stockings and on to her bum checks and push my head in to her fanny.“ I can’t believe I’m doing this with my mother” I saidI start kissing around her stocking tops and pulling her spenders with my mouth. My mother’s hands are on my head guiding me about. I start pulling down her knickers with my teeth and she helps as well and slides then down to her knees. Bianca was hopping up and down in her excitement. John said, “Look, I agree, let’s get the pants. You look so damn sexy in those pants. They mold to your hmmm, your ass, like they were painted on. They look truly fantastic on you! Also, you have the figure to pull them off. Not many girls do, you know. You go ahead to the shop and try them on again to make sure and I’ll be there in a sec, ok? I need to make a quick call to Hong Kong.” They left the shop thanking the young attractive salesgirl.