I never got involved, because, Iconfess, I found Mme.Delacroix rather scary. On the few times we met,she completely ignored me, and condescended to my...wife as if she were adumpy and talentless pupil who she only taught for money. Rosie, on theother hand, had always adored her. And, it appeared, the feeling wasreciprocated."She sold to us," Rosie continued, "because she is in total sympathywith our aims. She was an early founder of the Gynarchy movement. Shegave me a very good price because she. Every time he pulled it out and pushed it back in; a moan of pleasure escaped me. Another of the men began to rub my clit as this giant fucked me like no man has ever fucked me. Finally, I squirted all over his cock. Screaming and convulsing uncontrollably like I was possessed. He pulled out of me, leaving an empty feeling. “What a skank.” He said as he walked over and knelt next to me. “Suck it whore, you know you love it.” He said. He placed my hand on it, it felt so large and was covered in. What could possibly be better? What more could a babykins want from their Dreamboat Daddy?But do be careful, Daddy, because I had a friend—let's call her Barbara Bentwistle of 32 Campion Gardens, Sudbury Common, because that's her name—and she suffered from a similar brain/age regressive trauma thingy. Though hers came from repeatedly walking into lampposts and door frames and saucepans and suchlike because she was very clumsy. Everything started out fine and dandy and she was simpering and. I would have no choice. But mydear mother was innocently aiding and abetting them. She actually said Ishould ". . . help your sisters with their clothes" I'm sure that shedidn't think that when Annie and Tricia asked for my help, they reallymeant they wanted me to wear their clothes! Supper continued without any further interruptions or diversions. Mysisters were really kind of pleasant to me. Mom announced that aftersupper, she was going out with Mrs. Thompson to see a show at the.