.. so I stayed.”“I had you for FIVE years ... you could have at least said goodbye!”And I gave That a minutes think. Another axe to grind... ‘...Nother thing. Tyche should be nine ... we were there five years.”“Yeah ... don’t ya just love the watch.” Not a question ... just a ton of sarcasm.“No, I don’t ... but you didn’t get it at 12. Tyche is more of a daughter to me than you were ... Brat!” I said, “I think I’ll give it to her.”“Are we having a mother daughter spat?” Seven said.“I think so,” I. I know this looks bad — really bad — but I’ve been talking to your son on the computer for months, just not knowing his name, and we were in love long before we met. I swear I’ve never done this before, and I really love your son.’ ‘I know you love him — I was watching you, and I could tell.’ Ann replied wistfully. ‘But I think you need a woman to give you some pointers on the finer art of oral sex. If you ever want to talk, I’d love to help.’ ‘Oh Gawd! BJ advice to my girlfriend from my mom!’. “There’s no way in hell you’re leaving today.”“But ... we have no place to stay,” Jean insisted. “We just came out for the day, and Jim will hang me from my nipples if I’m not back.”“Garbage!” I announced. Then I asked Thompson for a phone and called Executive Aviation. Speaking to the president, Fred Hodges, I told him I needed a plane right away to bring Jim Dawson from Chicago to New York.“Jim Dawson? Hell, we just flew the women and the baby in this morning.”“You did?” I exclaimed.“Oh,. I couldn't believe how big it was. I just looked at it in amazement. I ran my fingers up and down it, as if I was rubbing a huge cock. My pussy was slippery with juice already. I got up and walked around, looking at my huge pussy in the mirrors as I walked past them, rubbing my clit to tease myself. Feeling the roughness of my stockings as I intentionally rubbed my thighs together made my pussy even wetter. The dyke was still on TV, this time she had a huge black dildo strapped on,.