. Could you not? I mean... um... drop the... uh... act, please.”Startled, she looked at him as he retracted his arms from her shoulders. “Eric? Yo...u okay? What's the matter?”He in- and exhaled deeply once, twice, three times before he gave his best shot at explaining himself: “Andrea, I'm sorry. Could you please not tease me like that. As much as I enjoy all the banter and all, it stirs up feelings I shouldn't have towards you. You're my brother's wife! You have three kids! You shouldn't be. Soon I spread the pink inner petals of her pussy with two fingers and twisted my hand in a corkscrew motion in and out, massaging her G-spot behind the pelvic bone. She responded by humping up at my hand, which increased in tempo as I returned to lick her clit. She was now groaning incessantly and had released her legs so that they draped over my shoulders, pulling my hand and face into her. Her smell was overpowering, and the amount of juice she was leaking would pose a challenge to whoever. Both of them were jolly little souls, that couldn't stand to be separated for even the least amount of time. Mommy and Grandma took care of them, and Daddy and Grandpa spoiled them rotten.Chloe HAD elaborated on her comment at the gun store to Carl. She had been visiting her Grandparents, as she did almost every summer. She had been riding on the wheel guard of the tractor, and listening to his stories. He had been having trouble with some coyotes, and was carrying his shotgun, a pair of. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I couldn’t remember the start, there are a few things I remember quite vividly from my experience with Mother, particularly from my rebellious phase when I was seventeen.“Did you hear me girl?” clearly booms in my auditory memory. I always wish I had registered her voice the first time.“No, ma’am,” I sheepishly replied,.