He gazed flatly at her, scanning her costume.He demanded, "Why are you wearing that?" Because I like it."He scowled. "I hope nobody's seen you dressed... that way!" But they have, six of them, and you make seven, no, eight, because I'm one or maybe I'm two, one the me that used to be Susie the door-mat. This Susie loves the wood-nymph tunic. Brian, how was your day? Did you fuck your secretary?"Hearing that, he looked from her. A faint blush showed on his throat.She said, "I don't mind your. I'm not asking for a repeat of that. What I'm offering is a chance to talk honestly, adult to adult. You get a get-out-of-jail free card - nothing you tell me now will ever be held against you."Jay looked at me dubiously, not sure where this was going. That was okay - neither was I. We stared at one another, and I looked -really looked at the young woman I had raised. Her hair was currently Clairol Mahogany. She hadn't liked it when the blonde locks she had flaunted until puberty had darkened,. I love you dearly, I just feel very lost and confused." "Well, think about what I said Mother. You need to find someone who cares for you. It's that simple, I think. Now, if I'm not being insensitive, I need to eat. Shall we just go out and have something? I know you don't feel like cooking now." "Oh, yes, John. That'd be fine. Forgive my thoughtlessness. We'll just go down the street to the Italian place and get something. That would be fine. Just let me fix my face." John went into the front. “Thirty….” “Eight!” I yelled as I came even harder than the last time. Still kneeling over me, Kat sank her teeth slowly into my clit and began to nibble. “Thirty-eight nibbles for my baby.” But I trembled into another intense orgasm on fourteen. Kat just kept right on nibbling on my horny clit. Right on cue, at the thirty-eighth nibble, my pussy exploded onto her lovely face. I had never come so hard. Ever! “Mmmmmm!” I moaned. “Happy birthday to me!” After a pause for us to both catch.