Hmmm, interesting, these things.More interesting is the fact that you can nearly feel my pussy - you can feel the heat coming from me. You finally tou...h me, and I gasp. Because I'm not playing a game with you any longer, I am into you seriously. I want you to play with me and I unbutton a few more buttons on my skirt to give you generous access. And you welcome that access. Your fingers start touching me, feeling the soft, smoothness of my femininity. I unbutton a bit more so that I can prop. How much did you love eating her pussy? I bet you savored it. Do you want to eat mine?”Mrs. Armstrong groaned, her hands clutched tight, her knuckles white.I smiled as Mom rose. She pushed her skirt off her hips, exposing her rump. She wiggled her hips and her dress fell down to her knees. She worked the cotton fabric past her legs, shifting, her big boobs dancing while Mrs. Armstrong’s green eyes watched with smoldering heat.Mom threw her skirt to the side. She wasn’t wearing panties beneath. Ian and Valerie had both been on the conference call when the field team had called in about the possible sniper, both had seen the flash emailed photos of Valerie cradling Michael’s head in her lap. ‘Michael lost his wife about two months ago,’ Millie began. ‘It was very traumatic for him, his wife, Sasha, was pregnant with their first child when she was in a car accident, Sasha and the baby were both killed. It destroyed Michael, its one of the reasons we asked you to offer him the visiting. No breakfast for you today - and that's just the beginning of your troubles, my girl!"As soon as the angry Princess had left her, poor young Martha abandoned herself to her grief, still obediently remaining standing. She did not mind the taking away of a meal, or whatever else her mistress might have in mind for her. It was the awful loss of a beloved childhood friend that was causing the tears to flow. She prayed for the proud Sara's heart to be softened and for the good days to return so that.