In the end, once both our grandparents died, we packed up and left." Shit. But if that's the case, how come we are here now?" We like it here." Yeah, ...ut if someone else owns..." Oh, no. That was sorted. We had already moved away though, and our mothers had both met some other men..." Not the same man?" God, no. Not again." Okay. So who does own the land?" Actually, Steve and I do." No." Yeah. Our mothers decided the whole thing was going to get complex, so they decided to sell it to us, in. ?? My face was bright red again as I looked at her.? ?And I bet my Barbie is all turned on, isn’t she???What the fuck?? What is she saying?? I’m not turned on, this girl is nuts, I need to get away from her.But before these thoughts turned to cohesive action, she was lifting my skirt up and snaking her hand underneath.? ?You’re going to be a perfect Barbie by the time my experiments are done.? Look at you, you’re wet for me already!? Good Barbie!?I stammered out a response as my body started to. " She went back to the hob to poke their dinner. He went back to his crossword, and she watched him whilst she waited for the flames to do their work. She watched his hand drift to his red cheek every now and again, smearing in more oil. And she thought. Hard.I'd like to slap your sausage around, my lad.She squeezed her plump thighs together"Come here." What's that?" I said, come here".Nervously, he edged towards her, eyes on the spatula, and plainly scared of the cooker. She grinned."Know how. .. fine. She's in her room doing her homework.Has mommy slut had any fun with her yet today?Umm... well... I sort of did... And what was it?I cleaned her room again... in my underwear... while she was watching.Hmmmm, same old Nip-Nip. Did she make it all good and messy for you?Yes. Very messy. I was on my hands and knees for a while picking up her cloths.Any dirty panties?Yes, she did toss a few my way.How did mommy slut pick up those used dirty girly panties?Oh please, my husband is waiting.