"Hi, Randall! Come on into the kitchen and have some breakfast while I tell you what I want done today." Thanks, Ma'am, er, Rose Ann, but I had some c...real before I left the house." That won't be enough to get you through 'til lunch. At least have some toast and OJ." She obviously thinks I eat recommended portions of cereal."Thanks." I sit at the kitchen table as she flits around like a bee in a flower garden, at the same time laying out a list of small 'honey-do' jobs that will definitely burn. I got up under her arm, she lifted it her arm a little higher so I could get under her nicely. My head literally spun as I put my face closer to my daughter’s thick hair armpit. As I did, I could already smell her pungent odor of musky, dried sweat, just like her mother. The scent was overwhelmingly strong but still sexually intoxicating to me. I placed my nose in my daughter’s wet, reeking pit, I sniffed then I began taking long licks, like a cat. Her pit hair was soft, smelly and wet, I was. I didn't seek out any guys when partying though (I wouldn'tknow how to anyway) and it was still the girls I was after, though I wasconstantly on the lookout for Truffle Boy.On the Saturday night I wanted to see Chase & Status, that tent was rammed.I pushed through as far as I could but gave up at the point when riotshields would be required to make any more progress forward! You cansometimes get a bit of animosity from people when pushing forward andinvading their space, but this lot were a. My heart almost stopped beating when she looked straight at me.For a second or so, I was not sure if she was still in a trace or not. I could remember reading in the book that I had bought, that a hypnotized subject will seldom look at another person in the eyes unless ordered so, and mother was now looking at me straight in the eyes. I told myself that it was only a coincidence since I was standing in her line of sight and looking straight ahead for her was the same as looking at me in the.