"Hi, um, my name's Molly and a girl I know named Liza gave me your name and number. I really need a job," I said matter of factly. "Ah yes, Liza! She'... one of my best girls, did she explain to you all involved?" she questioned. "No, we barely spoke, but I told her how bad my financial situation is right now, I'm in college the same as Liza, my parents don't have much, until I graduate in a year and hopefully get a full time position, things are pretty grim for me. Oh, I shouldn't be telling you. As her pussy touched my mouth, I tasted the sweet juices of my first pussy, her juices were flowing as my tongue pressed between her welcoming labia. Her groans told me I was doing it right, as I felt her body grinding against my face. The more I was able to press my tongue inside her, the harder she pushed her pussy against my mouth. Her moaning was getting louder and I knew she was about to cum. She lifted her mouth off my cock, and sat up on my face, with her back arched I was still able to. ”“I know, Mom. In some ways, yeah. But others, well, we’ve made a lifetime decision.”I recounted the gist of the conversation later with Ben and Mandy. We do that. No secrets. Open. I mentioned the comment about babies. We’ve talked. My opinion is that this family NEEDS to replicate in the interests of staving off societal decline.“You sound like me!” Mandy chirped. “And yes, after you’re officially married, and like, eighteen or something...” she giggled. “You get pregnant, then about seven. Programs on our little TV, but they were mostly cartoon or westerns in those days. My favorite show, “Annie Oakley” revolved around a tough young pioneer woman who could ride horse, shoot and lasso as well as any man. In the most memorable episode, Annie was chasing a thieving barroom-dancing girl, making her getaway on a stolen horse. Using her roping skills while galloping behind in hot pursuit, Annie threw her lasso over the femme fatale's upper body, cinched it tight, right across the.