She was moaning with approval as I was fingering her. Then I decided to talk dirty to my mom. "You like that mom? Your pussy feels so good. It is so t...ight and wet! I want to finger fuck you every day! I wish I knew how you tasted." She said it felt great; I was doing a great job fucking her pussy with my fingers. Then she kissed me again and then told me to pull my fingers out of cunt, she wanted to watch me taste her wetness. I eagerly did what she said; I pulled them out and replaced them. See you at four... and Sierra." Yeah, I know, no frat parties," she said smiling."Now who's reading who's mind?" asked Cathy as she handed them the popcorn and left.She sat in the car for several minutes trying to convince herself she shouldn't drive back to the ranch. It was spying. It was an invasion of her mother's and Carmine's privacy, yet a compulsion gripped her. She must find out if Dahlgrin was lying. She would be discrete, no one ever had to know. Besides, perhaps by proving Dahlgrin. The waiter cringed. "Ah, your breakfast, sir," the timid man said.Gavril pointed to the middle of the room and stormed off to the other, unused bedroom, hoping there was a toilet somewhere in there. He was tempted to pee off of the balcony but he quickly dismissed that idea. Anyone he wanted to piss on was probably far, far away.When he returned to the main room, the cart stood in the middle and the front door was shut. Now he had a dilemma: should he wake up the colonel or let her sleep?. Appearing onstage I'd made useful contacts, and with this body clubs were keen toemploy me. And I liked the artistic freedom. When you're in a chorus youhave to do what the director tells you, but in Burlesque you can work outyour own routine. I felt liberated. No, really! People looking at yourbody, men and women, is liberating when you control how and what they'relooking at!" You're now gaining quite a reputation, even though you only appear insmall private clubs. 'Second only to Dita von.