He took them into a small office where there was a phone on the desk.Layla picked it up and dialed."Julie?" she said into the phone. "Can you watch Ai...dan tomorrow too? It went pretty well today." She listened and then said "OK, great." She put the phone back and said, "Tomorrow is fine."They walked out together, but it felt different somehow. All the doubts came rushing back. She didn't know him. She had spent twenty minutes making out with him ... but she didn't really know much about him. She. I am happy. The pleasure is more than usual, because our fucking is incestuous. You know its sin. It’s a sinful pleasure. So what? I need a man to fuck me. Who is better than you, my own son? I have given birth to you, and fed you my breast milk, waited for you to take me, son. You know, I have become your mistress, your lanja.” Now I own you.“You are my Goddess, amma.”“Yes. I am your Goddess, Worship me, son forever. I own you son. Now let’s get up.”We got up, walked to the bathroom, naked.. With that i left to go upstairs,making sure i walked out as sexily as i could,well it wasn't over yet! when i got upstairs i got out the money then removed my skirt & blouse,i stood there in my heels & underwear clutching his money & thought what the hell. I shouted him up stairs,my heart was pounding all the more my pussy was dripping all ready with anticipation. When he came into the bedroom he didn't look that surprised to see me standing there as i was," i have your money but i also have. Perhaps when describing her earlier I should have said she’s rude and vivacious and over-sexed.’ ‘It doesn’t embarrass me.’ ‘Thank god for that. Since you appear ready to call her Chris you best drop auntie when referring to me.’ ‘Okay Rhonda. Anything else?’ ‘Yes, forgot what that disgusting Chris suggested about you and me.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because… because I said so that’s why.’ ‘Well sure as hell I won’t be mentioning it to Uncle Ted if that’s what you’re worried about.’ ‘I… um… appreciate that.