Can you tell me what they mean?”“Certainly,” Mom said. “What are they?”“Pussy and bitch.” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“...h, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?”. We had never felt so hungry before. It eventually got so bad that we were lying on the bed moaning with pain. The door opened and Mistress Elizabeth entered. Mistress Elizabeth was wearing a white bra and panties, clothing which emphasized her ample curves. We wanted to get up and escape but the pain from our stomachs kept us from being able to stand up."How are my little Erin and my little Tricia? Are you girls hungry?"We both cried and softly said that we were."Is the pain terrible?"We. I pressed in as I returned the kiss with passion. When your hands skimmed my hips, I thrust forward, settling the heat of my core on top of the strong ridge of your desire. Your fingers came around to slip beneath the edge of my shorts and caress the crease where thigh met hip and I moaned in wondrous delight.Your hands moved to the front of my shorts and unbuttoned the top button before tugging the zipper gently downwards. "Lift up a second, hon," you murmured in my ear as your hands slid. I put them back in the box and slid them far under the bed. I would clean them and try the fit of the knot very soon.I showered and dressed for work. The girls were going to be very late tonight because Saturday's testing had been moved to tonight on account of the Lacrosse thing. With Jen's meeting I was going to go to work early, I had plenty to do. I stopped by Dee's on the way through C-ville and got a salad to go for supper. I arrived at 6.I had six part timers working from 6 to midnight.