"It's very pretty," she said and stroked Annette's slit which was clearly visible through the thin material.Annette smiled and stood up enabling Mo to...ease the tiny garment down until she could step out of it."Keep it and remember me until next time," she said and smiled again as Mo wiped it all over her face, "And please bring your beautiful friend again."She stepped back to us then and watched as Annette stepped back over her brother's upturned face. I envied him the view he would have right. "Lick her mum, I want to see your tongue in her cunt."I stripped naked as mum sank to her knees and fastened her mouth onto Dolly's cunt, she beckoned to me with one hand, the other holding mum's mouth between her legs."Cock Micky," she gasped. "Give me that cock."I straddled her and rubbed my erection all around her face until she grabbed it and fed it into her mouth, mum came up from the floor, between them they slobbered over my penis."Fuck her Micky, fuck her for me, darling." I didn't. "I speak as I do with you now out of simple habit," he continued when she let him. "I am used to it, having done it most of my life; it has become natural to me. It is a strategy similar to that which has been adopted by many members of the culturally oppressed minorities that you named earlier, a mode of speech intentionally designed to emphasize one's own distinction." Oh," she said. "But isn't it the other way usually? American blacks calling each other nigger, Orientals speaking some kind. The nine hours on the plane had taken its toll on him. He felt he was getting too old for this business but he didn't know too much than this line of work. A marine MP during the Vietnam conflict, a cop for twenty years in the Chicago Police Department, now working for a private investigation firm.Jake saved money all along but even though he was tired, he wouldn't give up this line of work for anything. He could not picture himself sitting in a rocking chair viewing television waiting to die..