”She licked her lips, coated in my pussy juices, and nodded. “You definitely are not dried up. You are hot and wet and sexy.”My daughter kissed ...me on the lips. It was so wonderful to love my daughter and my son. Now I truly was such a naughty mother.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~James WilsonI grinned when my mother and sister walked into our bedroom. We all slept in the master bedroom these days, sharing it, loving each other. They were both naked, their bellies round with their pregnancies.. She sat across from me with two other girls right next to us, and answered questions about going to school to become a teacher. I wasn't that interested in the subject (I had no idea what I wanted to do), but this was one of the acceptable ways a teacher could talk with a student and not get people worried that they were "up to something". We hadn't had that happen in our school district, but there were just enough cases of it happening that we were careful, including one in Washington State. I wasn't quite as bruised, when we finished, though I still couldn't deny the relief I felt when Wynne healed me.When I looked around at supper, I noted that my tent had again been set up for me, still with that forward cant that indicated the identity of my benefactor. I sighed. I knew I should have confronted him, but I just didn't want to talk about it. I finished supper, excused myself, and crawled into my tent early, heart aching.I found my bedroll set out, my things carefully tucked into. The brick walls were covered in art. The furniture was crisp and modern, the floor lamps futuristic and whimsical. Bass heavy music played at a tolerable volume from somewhere in the apartment. The air was cool, and it smelled amazing. Everything was perfect.“Wow, great place!” Justin said.“Thanks. Not my doing, though. Hubby’s a decorator. Such a stereotype, right?” Paul laughed and waved at the dining room table, where a group of other men sat drinking and laughing and sharing a.