No one moved.The desperate woman squatted down and clapped her hands together, "Here boy! Come to momma."The only response for for Flea to wag his tai....Phyllis quickly turned and jerked open a cupboard, pushing items out onto the floor until she found what she was looking for. She returned to her place a meter before her stunned daughter and her animal.This time when she looked at her daughter she put on her sweet voice, "Mommy needs to borrow your pet for a while OK darling?" The girl only. Tina becomes my refuge for mommy issues.I get over it, though. Cindy says I should write my mom REAL letters, handwritten, on paper. I know it's almost archaic."It's important, baby. Trust me," she said. "She gets to touch the same thing YOU touched. See the quirks and imperfections and the grace and the skill that you have, and that you take the time to do this thing to communicate with her. Beats the daylights out of email. Much better than typing it into Word and printing it out. Your pen,. ------Speakin of the airport, I was often dispatched to meet some importantbusinessman at the airport and bring him back to Herrington's home or tohis office. The deals being negotiated were always at least sevenfigures. I'd stand outside the baggage claim area in my chauffeur's capand jacket, boots, and of course those tight tight pants, holdin a signfor "Mr. Philips" or some such big wig. A couple of times that firstyear, the Boss gave me instructions before headin off to the airport tobe. His face was covered in her wetness as he stood back up and kissed her, his fingers sliding inside her as he did. He pulled her hair back and rubbed his fingers against the front wall of her cunt - as soon as he did she knew she was going to squirt. "Quick pull them out" she yelped as her tight pussy gushed all over the floor. As soon as she came they both heard footsteps heading towards the toilet door. They quickly dashed into the end cubicle and locked the door just as another woman entered.