..” she replied with a broad grin. As she came in, I closed the door behind us.“Please have a seat aunty...” I said, guiding her by her arm to t...he couch. “Let me get something cold to drink for you...” I said as she settled down on the couch, and wiped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her sari.“Oh beta ... Don’t take so much trouble ... I just...” she began to protest.I her cut her off. “What trouble, aunty...” I chided her, as I fetched a glass of cold nimbu sharbat from the. Jenny told me to stop. I think Cindy had cum at least four times and my mouth was kind of sore after the ball gag all day and licking Cindy’s pussy for a half hour. I was a little afraid of those pictures they took but. I wanted to have someone control me but I would never have guessed it would be my fifteen year old daughter. Jenny told me not to shower or clean myself. I was to stay home with some of Rob’s cum still on my tits and Cindy’s pussy juice all over my face. Jenny then told me to. " and the guy gives the passenger a writhing look and says, "Sit there, I'm going to need some help in a moment." And without further ado, backs the thing up and swings it around and part of the monster machine dings the Jag. "Oh, bother!" he says with sincere feeling in his voice. He tell the soldier wearing the Giant's jacket to sit still, he has to get something from his car. And that is an order, soldier, so don't try and bolt, eh old chap? Sure LT. Anything you say.The spiffy little limey. Finally, add in that relationships, and personalities, evolve over time. Sadly, little girls eventually do grow up.Jenny has always been a very deeply spiritual person and has always been religious, although she does not follow any Christian religion. Over time, her pursuit of her spirituality took on an increasing importance to her – something I actually understood and encouraged.One day, about a year after our trip to the ballpark, Jenny asked me to have a serious discussion with her..