“You’ve fucked some large cocks, haven’t you Jo?” Jen asked.“Yes… Mistress” Jo said between thrusts of the veggies.“How big?”“Mist...ess… I’ve had… one guy… who was… nine inches… and big around.”Jen’s eyes grew wide. Nine inches! Wow! There aren’t too many of those around. Jen decided to let Jo cum so she said to her “I want you to cum in 10 seconds, Jo. You can rub your clit if you want to.”Jo immediately went to her clit and Jen started slamming the vegetables into her and Jo went off.“Oh,. ‘I think a little walking might help,’ she said. He could tell she knew that he knew she had not answered his question. They paused at the porch railing, and she leaned against it, taking shallow, rapid breaths. ‘Rain is coming. The sky is so beautiful,’ she said and rested her head against his shoulder. ‘I’m worse, aren’t I?’ He had promised to always answer her questions honestly, but he paused briefly and gazed at the sky as though it might hold some wisdom he had previously failed to. She was a vegetarian, and tried to live self-sufficiently. She had no TV, so afternoons and evenings were spent talking, reading, listening to Mahler, Shostakovich, Robert Johnson, Miles Davis or Thelonious Monk. Often she would play the piano, or take to her easel to paint birds, flowers or animals.I would do some chores in the morning, in the garden, picking fruit, or feeding the animals, before heading off to the beach, for an hour or two. On the night I returned with my load of grass ticks,. " Don't nothing me you little perverted slut. I saw you! I saw what you were doing to your poor little sister. Are you all right, Laurie?" Yes, Mama. Oh, please Mama." Silence child. I know it wasn't your fault. I know who you love and you know who loves you." Yes, Mama," was Laurie's weak reply.Miranda looked from mother to younger daughter and back again, awareness dawning."Laurie is mine! Do you understand? Mine!"The older woman was nearly screaming in what Miranda was coming to understand.