With a soft growl, I changed tactics, my tongue tip navigating her taint, pressing against her puckered ass, pushing into her as she did her best to r...elax, to push out against me, taking a moment to spit on her pulsing tight hole before trying to thrust my muscular tongue inside of her. Had my mouth not been so busy, I might have smiled as she reached beneath her legs, her fingers finding her clit, circling it fast, than slow, somehow managing to continue on. Mischievously, I did my best to. ’ I felt that a slower song would be easier to move to and with the aspect of love within the words thought it would work in putting those in attendance in a right frame of mind to be kind and warm towards me. It seemed to work.I flounced my skirt a little lifting it at both sides to reveal what I have always concluded to be my best assets, my legs. I then teasingly undid the buttons on my blouse and after popping the last one did several open and closing movements providing a glimpse each time. Allison looked awful. Her clothes were disheveled, the blouse ripped and dirty. Her hair seemed to match the state of her clothes. However, it was her face that brought tears to the mother's eyes. Her cheek was a swollen bruise, topped by a small bandage on her cheekbone. Her eyes were red-rimmed.Mother's instinct took over, and Sharon leapt into action."Dear Lord! Allison, what happened to you?" Sharon exclaimed as she reached for her daughter. Allison allowed herself to be wrapped in her. Toxaemia, was the cause, the doctors said, brought on by an infected cyst, and aside from the grief, I just couldnt understand how, in this day and age, medical science couldnt save her, but just like that, my beautiful, smart, funny, witty, intelligent Joanne was gone forever, and at nearly forty, I was left with a fifteen-year-old girl, on the very verge of womanhood herself, to bring up on my own. Now, a little over a year later, Sonya was sixteen and a half years old, and was definitely.