.." I couldn't help but sound disappointed."Don't worry about it hun, she's probably just lost track of time.She'll catch up with you after!"I didn't ...really believe what Vanessa had said was going to be true, buther kind words and optimism were very much welcomed. They probablystopped me bursting into tears.I put my phone away, zipped up my bag and held it in my lap as Alishaand Caroline took it in turns to push me in the chair as we headed tothe operating theatre. Vanessa chatted continuously. Then she crumpled it in her hand and started to cry."What's wrong, honey," Cindy asked. "What was in that letter?"The girl looked up and said, "It's that time again. I hate it!" What time? What do you hate? Who is the letter from?" It's from Ron Jackson. He's my baby's father. He's Ronald Jackson, Jr. It was a great concession for Ron to acknowledge paternity ... as if I ever slept with another guy. He sends $100 a month in child support." 'That time'? What time?" Cindy persisted.Tears were. My lips were inches from you now as I grabbed both sides and slid your soaking panties off. My tongue made its way all the way up your thigh and slowly slipped inside you. Once in I let it dance around your clit. Alternating my licking sucking and sliding as I squeezed your thighs you were wiggling in delight. Just before you peaked you begged me to be inside of you. I ripped my shirt off your hands helping and I slide my pants completely off. I said that it wasn’t fair unless you joined. I told them I'd be delighted to do so to scout their place and see if there were some good spots to take some classy pictures. I was starting to get excited thinking about seeing Cindy in some erotic poses, wearing far less clothing than she was currently wearing.I got in my car and followed them to a nice ranch style home located in a canyon neighborhood up in the mountains. It was pouring as we pulled onto their driveway, so Henry helped me grab my gear while Cindy when inside to open things.