She could hear her mother loudly relay the story of the new job downstairs and moments later Mr. Banks - a puffy eyed little rat of a man - was at her...door. "Hand over!" he said with a greedy look on his face."What do you mean?" Jennie asked - genuinely bewildered."Don't be smart with me!" he said in a menacing voice. "The deal was clear. In the goodness of our hearts we took you back in. In return you hand over half of what you earn."Jennie got a sinking feeling. He couldn't be doing this!. ” She does. “Open your legs wide” I command as her daughter looks questioningly. “Now play with your pussy while I play with your daughter. Don’t cum.” Turning to display our profile to her Mom I start caressing Janice’s body. I’ve never found a boob not worth playing with. These will be no different.Even though Janice isn’t a real beauty her body is still desirable. Dipping my head I suckle on both large nipples. Her Mom is watching closely as my hand slips between Janice’s legs. Locating her. "I guess you want to know why I did it," she said."That would be a good start," I said."I don't know why I did it. It just kind of happened. I had a lot to drink on Saturday and was feeling a little crazy Saturday night. Then Carl came over and asked me to dance." Carl? Was that the assholes name?" Yes. Carl Long. Anyway, while we were dancing he kept telling me how beautiful I was and that he thought I was the sexiest girl he had ever seen. I don't why I would fall for a line like that but I. In years past, the kitchen would be a total wreck. This year, without Sam at my side, I didn't make them. My sister-in-law made them.It is amazing how tastes and smell bring back memories. My first taste of sweet potatoes almost made me sick. All the years of memories of the two of us came rushing back. I gagged on them and had to spit them out. I couldn't eat them. I couldn't stomach the taste not after losing my wife who made them for me all of those years. I couldn't eat them at all."Are you.