This time the text says, "Oh yes, I know who you are Jack. A friend told me ALL about you... you dirty fucker."No sooner have I read this than a third...message arrives. This time, the camera has travelled further down the body, and the shot focuses on a pussy pump, sitting over what even on a phone picture I can see are a pair of very engorged and pumped up labia. The pump is steamy inside, but I can see the deep pink of a swollen cunt. The message below is simple. "I'm waiting for you...". " Fine! But see if I get into your bed ever again." I feel the same way," said Philomena."Go ahead an' cut off your noses," I replied. "Y'all forget I have seven other wives to take care of my carnal desires. Any one of them will gladly take your turns in my bed." We will see about that, Mister Bill Stinker."Well, that very evening the rest of the wives suddenly had "female problems" and couldn't come to my bed. I knew it was a danged conspiracy an' an attack on my male authority, but I could. "What are you trying to say, Mom?" he asked with a wink and wished he were a few inches taller. "I love your heels, but..." he said running both of his hands up her back and pulled her closer. "They're pissing me off, tonight." Lee moaned in Mom's ear and kissed it.She giggled and leaned away from him. "Awe, you poor baby! Maybe later ... if you're a good little boy, we can snuggle or something nice!" I'd like that, a lot." Lee said as he pulled out Mom's chair and she sat down."I would too.". And kitten ... oops ... kittens."He was watching Piper show her kittens how to poop in dirt.Success.Piper was putting on a show. She started nosing in the grass around the tower ... she pounced ... a mouse. A quick shake to break it's back and she presented the paralyzed rodent to her fascinated offspring. It has been said that house-cats learn to hunt from their mothers and she was teaching 'fending for your self'. Not that Piper was a house-cat. Well ... she was ... but not. She was the.