" "Not fair!" She protested weakly. "I simply want to make sure I look my best for you, darling." "Shush, Jenny. I am teasing. Now, may I continue m...y story or would you prefer I leave you to wonder what happened between Gepetto and the Blue Fairy?" "I am sorry," She sighed, after a short pause. "You know how I worry that you will find someone prettier then I to be your plaything." "I assure you, that will never happen, Jenny, so banish that thought from your head." He paused, as if to. Phoebegrew up with the magical belief that she was doing her share to keep hermom alive.Her mother always seemed so fragile under the surface. Other people sawher as this dynamo, as this strong, independent, dominating presence,taking charge, telling off-color jokes, poking holes in thepretentiousness of others. But Phoebe could tell that there was somethingfrighteningly brittle about her mom's bluff self-confidence, that hersense of her own infallibility rested on the skimpiest of. They were all short and tight like the rest of her wardrobe.Very nice I said. Did you try them on? No the girl at the shop said I could return them if they didn’t look right. I’ll try them now. Saying that she promptly started to strip. I didn’t know where to look, so I watched her take her vest off, then her bra. Her lovely round breasts were firm and smooth.Her pink nipples looked firm and hard. She saw me looking at her and smiled. She pulled on her cropped T-Shirt and then took of her. With one of his hands bracing him in a sitting position, he took his left hand and rubbed down my back. Next thing I know the zipper on the side of my pencil skirt is unzipped and he is trying to slip his hand inside my pantyhose! I dont even consider stopping him at first, my pussy is getting wet and it feels natural to have a hand on my ass while sucking dick. I didnt stop him until I felt him snag my nylons. With that I pulled my sons hand off my ass and stood up. My son looked at me like.