She was a redhead (her only real difference with her mother) and had green eyes with sexy lips and a round firm ass. Bea was the smallest of the girls... only four feet eight inches. She had black hair, green eyes, pale creamy skin, twenty-eight C tits, a waist of twenty-three and twenty-nine at the hips. All their lives they knew their mothers more as slaves than actual mothers. They both knew the treatment they endured and the fact that they loved it. They knew that their mothers were mother. ” I said as I extended my hand to her. As she returned her hand, “Rayne Phillips, pleasure to meet you too.” We both got comfortable in the barely lit cabin as the train began to move. Soon the steady clank of the rails was all we could hear as the train proceeded north east toward Ipswich. We made some small talk but all the while, I was so overcome by her beauty. Her eyes were deep and dark, skin was smooth and the typical pale of winter but her flowing jet black hair was unlike any I. Sua mãe morreu antes de você se lembrar dela e tudo o que você sabe sobre ela está em fotografias e pelo que seu pai falava. Atualmente você vive na casa da sua família com sua madrasta e duas meia-irmãs. Sua madrasta é Rosalin Morinehtar uma mulher de 38 anos de idade que apesar de ter tido duas filhas ainda tem um corpo e rosto bastante jovial, com longos cabelos negros ondulados que cascateiam por suas costas, 1,70 de altura e um grande par de seios. A mais velha das suas filhas se chama. ’ ‘What are you talking about?’ she asked, alarm beginning to circle her consciousness. Something wasn’t right. The situation was moving forward too quickly for her to get a handle on everything. ‘Don’t be scared,’ he murmured, a low note of sadness in his voice. ‘I promise I’ll explain. Let me finish the story, ok?’ Sarah nodded, bringing her legs up, wrapping her arms around her knees. ***The night before**** Kevin’s eyes widened when he opened the front door, mouth falling open when his.