Mamma don't like to talk about it. Why?"She said, "No reason. Are you ready for me to teach you how to make a woman feel special?"I nodded, then she t...old me to lie down with my face looking right at her kitty. I did so, and found that it was something that I had been craving every since that morning on the bus, with Jenny. I did the first thing I could think of. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her little kitty. As I was licking her pussy like it was a bowl of ice cream, she kept. I couldn't resist the temptation to visit Candy at her upmarket sex toy and lingerie boutique when I found myself with unplanned hours to kill, even less a little wickedly enjoyable fucking in the backroom, before heading back to the train station.After a boring journey on what is laughingly called first class in England, I spent a few days with the family before reassessing my travel plans. I hate having an itinerary to follow, preferring to keep things somewhat fluid.Over a rare treat for. ”“It’s ok, no big deal. Is everything ok?”“Not really, I’ve had a rough week. I got fired from work because a coworker was stealing from the register and blamed it on me, got a flat tire yesterday, and today Aaron sent me a text saying it was over, and he dropped off all of my stuff back at my apartment. I’m kind of a wreck. I was hoping Sophie would be here to talk.”“I’m so sorry. Sophie had to go back to her parents house, her little sister got in a car wreck. I’m here if you need someone to. .. to the baby." At the reference to her newborn sleeping in the other room, Grace screams and thrashes against my hand, vicious, fighting me with everything she has. I shake my head and let go. I climb onto the bed and straddle kneeling over Ella's belly. "Every time you complain, or fight, or anything I don't like, I'll do something you don't like." I grab one of Ella's tiny tits through her pajama top and twist hard. There's not much there at all, just a small mound and little nipple. But.