I heard my tinkling laughter as I pulled them up over my hips, only to see them fall back down around my tiny ankles as soon as I let them go! "Okay,"... I said to myself, "forget the underwear!" I rooted around in my backpack for a pair of hiking shorts that I had only worn a couple of times on the island. Luckily, they had an elastic belt that went with them, and I thought I might be able to cinch it tight enough to where they might stay on. I stepped into them, feeling a little nasty about. After a few months she suddenly announced that she was coming to the UK, "to fuck my brains out", so I was really looking forward to her visit, however she had some business to attend to in Manchester, so she couldn't leave the city, but she asked me to pick her up from Manchester airport and book a Hotel in town for two days.I wasn't too bothered about picking up the bill for the Hotel which was just about a thousand pounds for the two nights, as she had paid air fare.I picked her up from the. " now, perhaps i should have been paying closer attention... but at the time i didn't realize that her "welcome home" message arrived as i arrived home....time passes and i'm starting to feel a bit more relaxed with vicki... (she hates it when i call her that... but, it's such a pain in the ass to keep typing "victoria"... hell?... she EVEN gets miffed about that... if i don't CAPITALIZE the first letter of her name... sheeesh...so, i decide to go all out and send her the greeting of:. You may have a cookie and aglass of juice." Okay, mommy."Mommy and Auntie Jean continued their conversation at the table, whileMary Jane colored while drinking her juice. Presently she felt a call ofnature."Mommy, May I---" No, you can't have any cookie. But you may some more juice." Mommyrefilled Mary Jane's glass. Mary Jane took a few sips, waited, and triedagain."Mommy, may I---" I told you, Mary Jane, no more cookies! Drink your nice juice and don'tinterrupt when grownups are talking."Mary.