I'd been saving up enough money to visit miss angel for months and now I was finally on my way to see her. I'd been so excited and so horny the last w...eek I could have probably been jerking off 10 times a day. Of course last week she hit me the bombshell that I wasn't aloud to touch myself until I saw her. It had almost been unbearable my mind was almost always on what she be doing to me next week and I was almost always aroused and unable to relieve myself. My mistress has also told me I should. " I catch myself mouthing a second syllable: "me".Mommy? Where the hell did that come from? I'm not just a girl right now.I'm a fucking four-year old like Jenny. I need to get my balls back. Waita second: I can feel my balls against the tight cotton of the panties,right next to my growing dick. This is wrong. I'm blushing again. I feelthe warmth over my face. Fuck me."Mom?" I ask again.She looks up at me. She's been crying. I can tell."I'm sorry, Mom," I offer, but I don't know why. "I'm. They cry when they are sad and they cry just as much when they're happy. Occasionally they just cry because they feel like a good cry especially when they're pregnant. Now, Let's not talk about what they refer to as ‘that time of the month’.Marg and Cherie after trying to convince me that I should move in with them eventually moved across to my place and took charge of the second large bedroom which allowed me to retain the master bedroom. The house was a large one. Marg and Cherie were working. His own hands were working my sweater up, and I stopped unbuttoning long enough for him to take it off over my head. I got the last button undone just as he unclasped my bra and we both paused to shrug out of each garment. My hands were on his chest just as his large hands cupped my breast. I moaned at his touch and felt him smile beneath my lips. I was absolutely wild with the need to touch his whole body so I began to work on undoing his pants. It took him no time at all to undo my skirt and.