Jealous of her own daughter. She wanted to be Claire, to be the girl getting fucked by her own father. She watched as the girl carefully guided her ...father’s prick to its proper place. She let go, and then threw back her head with a deep moan. Phillip was sliding into her, pushing into her body. He was fucking her.Growing up, Elizabeth’s father had been absent more than he was present, and she had the most wonderful memories of him. Guiltily, she remebered fantasies she used to have, back. At first I was really nervous, but as the day went on, I started to gain more confidence, and started crossing my legs, sitting down fast so my skirt would flare out to the sides, bounce my legs up and down, and sliding my foot in and out of my shoes. It was like everybody wanted to be my friend, it was almost like magic. As the days went on and going to class, some of the guys would flirt with me and one time this guy started to rub my legs. I just sat there with my legs crossed bouncing them. For her part she politely declined the Sunday familygatherings those weekends too. We were at a point where weinteracted... but I think both of us knew it couldn't go on like thismuch longer.I worried she would decide it meant it was time to use those hypnosistools I'd heard and read about... or worse, send me off to anetiquette school for the conditioning I now knew way too much aboutfrom my research.Part of me knew that I needed to engage with her in a positive way andnot shut her out... but. She opened the second packet. It was a golden waist bracelet.I know that ladies are very fond of jewellery and my mom doesn't have a waist bracelet till now. She was spellbound happy and hugged me from front. I felt heaven and hugged her back. She asked me "what gifts does my dear want from me on this occasion?" still her hands round my neck.Me: "you must wear the black saree with the black color matching blouse that we ordered in the mall and spend today's complete time with me".Mom: "That I.