I will no longer treat you as just my son. I will treat you as my daughter as well."(What? Now I was very surprised hearing that! How could she really...treat me like her daughter? No way. She must mean within reason or with some limitations. I have seen what mothers do with their daughters. I have an idea of what private things they share with each other. I could just imagine what questions a daughter might ask and the answers a mother might give them. No, I think I know what she means.)"I. Both hands on her hips slowly impaling her tight little ass on its saber. With a shivering moan her body shuttered at the cold long cock penetrsting inch by inch into her asshole. Its head's tongue inside her deep. She felt completely different pleasures and had no clue which would make her cum first. Both felt like they were feeding the other. One of his cold dead hands was grasping her breasts. Going back and forth between them. The other hand groped her ass and slapped it.Her own hands. Walt cleared his throat and tapped his uncapped pen against the stillblank paper attached to his clipboard. "Let's stay focused on what we'regoing to do. Rather than on what we didn't do, okay?"Everyone agreed; that was the best, most constructive thing to do in thepresent situation. In any situation, Walt might have told them. Theproblem was that they didn't know what to do. They sat there on theporch as the sun put on a garrulous display of oranges and reds behindthe tree line. The crickets. After she had dressed and had breakfast she was off to meet up with friends for a study session for an exam she had the following week, she didn’t really need the study but wanted to just have some social time. As she left the building at the entrance was the boy from across the court yard, he handed her drawing of flowers. He explained he had no time to go buy her any so drew a bunch instead and was hoping sooner or later she would have to come outside., he resigned himself to wait all day if.