She is very sexy woman.We had nice time growing up. Dad use to send money every month it made mom,s life easy.I an my s*s were very close to each othe....Mom looked after us very nicely. We both k**s did not give mom any hard time. Mom had one lady in the village who use to visit mom. She was almost at our home every day. She goes home when we come home from school. She was bit older then our mom. Few times I found carrot in the bed. I did not knew what that was for on bed.When I was 12 dad. I always hated this chore. My governess knew howmuch being in public made me uncomfortable, and she always ensured thatthere were little rituals around each of those public excursions whichseemed to have the only purpose of prolonging the agony. Preparing thepicnic basket was one of those rituals. It was a stereotypical picnicbasket, with a blue gingham liner and large bow on the handle. It camealong with a matching quilt that my governess had me sew. Rather thanthe normal lunch fare I was. .. yes. That’s what she’d do.Once she ran out.She was hyper-aware of everything in the room, except whatever Niles was blathering about. She knew that there was a fly in the corner of the room, she knew that Duncan’s face was slowly turning red, and when Brandi’s legs crossed, it was all she could do to stop herself from moaning out loud.Brandi’s legs were so fucking perfect. She wanted to crawl between them, lick the Protector’s pussy, then spank her and show her Greg’s magic powder.But she. I got very fond of a jet black horse called “Star” that moved like a racehorse. It moved from spring to summer and I started wearing pretty dresses most days, often with green Wellingtons as I drove around the estate in the Range Rover. It was on such a drive to the stables that I nearly ran into a stationary tractor. I slewed into a ditch and ripped off the wing of the Range Rover. I was so upset and furious. I jumped out of the car. “What the hell is this about, blocking the road you.