Ironically, since that dream, both her and Shelly’s breasts seemed to have become slightly bigger and firmer. Darla’s bra now barely covered her p...ink nipples, while at the same time all of her fears, like her phobia of spiders and snakes, now only served to sexually excite her the more she thought about Africa. Even Shelly had commented during their love making the night before at the hotel that she could tell that Darla’s breasts felt and even tasted different. Yet, for some reason, Darla. " What?" Sultry Wench Shingle ... that's my whole name." She said, "Momma was an Abbot but she figured it had to be a Shingle that knocked her up." Abbot? There's no Abbots hereabouts." Momma was hitchhiking through. She stayed." I don't remember you in school." John, I'm 18 ... you're 26 ... eight years." Oh yeah." John scratched his head. You would have been ten when I graduated from school?" Thereabouts," Would have been a big deal back then ... not so much now." Big deal?" it was her turn. "Oh, no, oh, God no!" You remember?" Mary asked."Oh, God, it can't be true! It's a dream, I'm having a nightmare!" Yes, I expect you are," Mary said, not unkindly. "To have given up your daughter..." But it wasn't like that!" Svetlana cried in horror. "I had no choice, they..." Took her away? The authorities took her?" No. Not Irina, never with Irina. They didn't take ... I left. I left her behind." Oh, my dear, my poor dear," Mary said, her own tears welling up. "You must have suffered, so.". And, quite honestly, knowing that my daughter was watching was a major turn-on. "Why don't I get on my hands and knees? That way you can take me like a bitch in heat while you watch Lily play with herself."I watched as she positioned herself, ass up, face down, looking at Lily the whole time. I glanced up at my daughter, too. She was mesmerized, watching as I easily sank my cock into the waiting snatch of our exchange student. There was no disgust on Lily's face, just a smoldering lust as she.