I could smell the delightful aroma of my excited pussy. I watched as he took off my panties, held them up and looked at the moist crotch. I separa...ted my upturned legs wide and with my fingers trembling with excitement, I separated the outer lips displaying the pink petals of my wet dripping inner pussy. Is this more of what you had in mind Jimmy? Is this naked enough for you? I was getting so turned on I could feel my juices running down the crack of my bottom. As he watched me open. Sooooo, anything less morbid on the agenda? Canapes? Hors d’oeuvres? A soda for a parched old woman?” She giggled.“I’ll be right back, Mommy.” Jen went in the salon for some snacks and a pop for Shirley.“Mommy?” Janice asked.“I told you it gets convoluted. I actually am legally her mother,” she pointed at Emily, “and hers, too, even though that one is a week older than me and that one a year. Yes, convoluted. Chuck is legally their father. We even have birth certificates.” Jen came out, handing. “Find me a couple of recent law school graduates that were at or near the top of their class and have decided to strike out together instead of joining some old firm,” Linda directed. “Preferably orphans or former foster kids. Put them on annual retainer for one hundred thousand. If they have to meet with me in person, fly them and their spouse, or whoever, on our dime to the Caribbean. You can reach me on my cell to keep me informed.”“Okay, Linda. Now, onto the good news. Ping has deposited. Halima Khan regaled me with stories of her homeland, and I could tell that she was homesick. The lady was overjoyed to run into a fellow Francophone at Carleton University. Apparently, Halima applied to the University of Ottawa and didn’t get in, so she came to Carleton. I grinned at her when she said that. Why doesn’t that surprise me? Yup, for a lot of people in Canada’s Capital region, Carleton is also known as last chance university. Halima Khan definitely chose well. I smiled at her and.