He was just touching 32 but he was known by most standards to be a matured man. Most of his friends and people who knew him, considered him to be a so...ber and quiet, wise man.Thelma was not a stunning star but she was absolutely a very beautiful young red head working at the Every Day Store on the Main Street of the community. It would be just unfair to simply call her beautiful. She was made by the angels of high heaven with shoulder length red hair, and dark green eyes that were so deep that. " Motherlooked at us and we both nodded in agreement. Wear an apron, Tammy, Idon't want you getting James' skirt dirty." I'll change into my jammies as well, Mother, before we start on thekitchen. I just wanted you to see how nice his clothes looked on me."Mother agreed. "I hope you decide not to hide your things any longer,James. It's silly to keep skirts and dresses in dressers when you have aperfectly good closet with lots of space. Let's plan on filling it up alittle, shall we?"I just. "Stand up, slaves, I wish to inspect you before I make a choice," I commanded with growing authority. "Yes, Goddess Barbara," they chorused as they leapt to their feet. They spread their legs, thrust their pelvises forward presenting their cocks and put their hands behind their heads with elbows back. They kept their eyes cast down. Another surge of electricity coursed through me as my body responded to this feeling of absolute power.I walked up and down the rows examining the slaves from the. This time, I darted my tongue inside her mouth, trailing my hand up the curve of her side, careful to avoid her more sensitive places. I wanted to demonstrate the depth of my love for her, not my lust, to make sure she knew the boundless esteem in which I held her.My hand stopped just short of the soft swell of her breast, and I kissed her slowly, sweetly, drawing my tongue back into my mouth. "Nobody could ever compare to you, to this," I promised her, my fingers still."But I'm your mother,".