His drop kick dad had left me for some married slut before Matt was born. For 18 and a half wonderful years Matt had been the only man in my life. I c...an clearly remember looking to see if he was a boy or a girl when the nurse handed him to me in the hospital. His tiny pink penis gave up the secret. I had given birth to a strong wonderful boy, hopefully he would grow up with his arsehole fathers dark handsome looks & my loving nature, he had his whole life ahead of him.I watched Matt grow from a. ’ I shook my head. ‘I don’t want to take these back with us, Sandra. I want you to keep them all.’ ‘As you wish, baby. But all I have is twenty-five hundred.’ ‘I trust you.’ She looked at me and smiled like a mother. ‘Isn’t he the sweetest man?’ Turning to April, she asked. ‘Is that okay with you, honey?’ ‘If Russell trusts you than I do too.’ Sandra folded up the trash bag with the three bricks and left it there, then walked into the back room. We heard her shoes disappearing on the hardwood. Party Observer, Jill Fenwick, walked slowly down the road. Isobel hadn't done a bad job for a new starter, she thought. She'd get better at it in time, of course, but she had covered all the key points. The other good thing was that the spirit of New Order seemed well embedded with all of the women they had seen. Jill wasn't naïve enough to imagine that everyone was interested in politics but the afternoon had shown her that New Order policies still seemed to be working. She'd really have to. As I kissed above her hips I discovered that she was ticklish. Fiona giggled and squirmed, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I think she liked it.I smiled up at Fiona then, and continued to kiss and lick her belly. I didn't miss a spot. I caressed and kissed down onto her hips and groin at the side of her pussy. She squirmed a little because she wanted me to lick her pussy, but I didn't yet. I, instead, moved to the other hip and caressed and kissed her there.I moved down to Fiona’s legs. I.