"No, Daddy, I..." Don't you lie to me, girl! You been fuckin' other men?" ... Yes... Daddy... but..." But what?" Cornelius wanted -- ordered me to. He... liked to watch from the closet. It's what excited him." Is that so?" Yes, Daddy." How many men did you fuck?" I... don't know. I..." You mean you fucked so many you lost count?" I... guess so. I just never kept count. I..." You fucked that many men and all you've got to show for it is a hundred dollars?" No, Daddy, it wasn't like that. They. The table’s centre stage and upon it are jars, a bowl of strawberries, sugar and various wooden spoons – lots of props this eager crowd will be desperate to use on me. Recruiting volunteers to join me on stage won’t be a problem tonight.I catch sight of an event poster pinned on the wall and smile. “Jams, Pickles and Preserves” is a title stolen from a WI recipe book, and the poster’s arty picture of jam jars is hideous. Posters are plastered all over town but the wily LPWI members, adopting a. And the first minute we were totally alone. He sucked me off, and said, “Damn I needed that.:He wasn’t the only one needing it, I needed it too, but I needed to suck him as well. It was a bit awkward with my artificial leg, but I managed, his cum was like a magical elixir.As we lay in an embrace, Mikey asked what I was going to do now. I explained about my military disability pay, and told him it would do for now but eventually, I would need to get a job to supplement my income so I could move. ‘You had better not. I didn’t raise you to lift your skirts for the first man that came along. Decent men will not accept soiled goods as his wife and the mother of his children.’ A blush covered Samantha’s cheeks. ‘I wouldn’t do that, mama.’ Then Ione spoke up, taking the heat off of her sister. ‘I did want to thank you, mama.’ ‘Whatever for, dear one?’ ‘For not pressing me to let suitors court me yet, I’m simply not ready.’ Ione replied with a smile on her face. ‘That’s what a mother is for,.