”“Yes!” she moaned.That made my cunt clench.I pushed my dildo into my daughter's pussy and thrust into her. She gasped. I sank down on her, our ...etite bodies coming together. Our small breasts rubbed tight. My nipples kissed her. The pleasure shot through my body. Tingles ran down to my cunt. My ass clenched, the heat rushing through me feeling so wicked.I kissed her with hunger. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled around in her, loving every moment of our bodies being entwined. My. No, it was the knowledge that dawned on her, she was a woman alone in a land where women were powerless. ‘Are,’ Robert finished with a smile. He opened a door and she peered inside to see a cushioned chair, writing desk, a decent-looking rope bed, and a small table with a chamber pot and washbasin. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Why don’t you wash up and change, then we’ll eat, and we can begin our search.’ Nodding, Kate watched him close the door before breathing a sigh of relief. What was it about the. Thetears stopped instantly. "Tina Tomkins," I said nervously in my littlegirl voice. Because I'd been crying it sounded strangled and pitiful."That's a pretty name. My name's Mrs Johnson. Harriet Johnson. I livejust up the street. Across the road - there, see?" She pointed. "The onewith the red door. Can you see it?" I nodded. "Why were you crying Tina?Where's your mummy?"I froze. What could I tell her? She must have seen the stricken look onmy face because she frowned and said, "Don't you. He nodded and the woman poured. As the waitress left Jack automatically turned to look at the young woman’s legs and cringed when Mrs Black said, ‘Yes, an attractive butt.’ No way had Jack meant to be caught out like that but anyway it was not a butt look. ‘I-I was checking out her legs.’ ‘Or so it’s leg rather than butt with you?’ Jack was sure he was breaking into a sweat. He nodded. ‘What do you think of my legs Jack?’ He grabbed his wine glass and gulped. That gave him time to form a.