Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2010 17:05:24 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 12

JENNY Spankings 12
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She came back to the living with a very full tummy and a  terrible urge to
go potty. "Honey, that was a real keeper. Would you help me to  the potty,
please." Laura did as she had observed before, and left the balloon  in
Helen-Ann until she was on the potty, then released the air in the balloon.  The
nozzle shot out followed by turds and water. After a while Helen-Ann was
empty, so she lay on her left side on the cot. After a few minutes she got up
and evacuated more water. She lay down once more.  "Laura, I'd like to
thank you for a  memorable evening. I'd like to try more with the strop,
without any foreplay.  When dad gives it, he just uses the strop, and nothing
else. I think that way we  could work up to thirty, or maybe even forty." She
went back to the potty and  let a long fart and a little water. "I guess I
better go now." She packed up her  gear and they left the basement.
Helen-Ann dressed, except for her panties, which went  into her back pack.
She kissed  Laura, then said, "Oh, no! I promised you a shot at my pussy
before I left."  Laura streaked for the basement, returning quickly with the
cane. Helen-Ann  looked around the room, finally settling for a chair.  She
sat on the chair with her legs apart  and skirt up. "Is this position OK? Can
you get a good shot from there?" She  leaned back, trying to give Laura as
good a shot as practical.
Laura said, "Fine, I'll stand behind you and give it to  you over your
shoulder, OK? You sure you want it now?" Helen-Ann nodded.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
Helen-Ann could hardly talk, but she pointed to her pussy  and nodded.
Laura as amazed, "You want another?" Helen-Ann nodded.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
She nodded again.
BAAAMM! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAM.
She fainted and fell on the floor. Laura got down and lay  next to her,
holding her close. It was a good ten minutes before Helen-Ann  stirred.  She
finally said, "Oh, God  my poor pussy! Thanks sweetie." She got up, none too
steadily, embraced Laura  again, gave her a kiss and staggered to her car."
Fortunately, her driving was  better than her walking.
The next morning Helen-Ann found that her ass was still  sore and her pussy
was too. To add insult to injury, she couldn't stand to wear  a bra,
because this hurt her nipples. She dressed in a loose fitting skirt, no  panties
and a baggy sweater with no bra.
At breakfast she said `Hi' to dad and mom. Mom was  sitting on a pillow
and so was she.
Ross noticed the second pillow, "Rhonda told me you were  visiting Laura.
It looks like she gave you a good one."
Helen-Ann got up, turned around and pulled up her skirt,  "That was twenty
but we think we can take more. We played before the spanking  and each got a
total of forty on our tits and ten on our pussy. We plan another  private
party when we have recovered and will see what we can do with the strop  by
itself. Starting the spanking with tits and pussy sore sort-of confuses the
stropping. What do you think about the condition of my  ass?"
Ross and Rhonda examined it, he spoke first, "Well, it  looks sore, but I
don't know what yours looked like after the one I gave you. I  remember your
ass that first night you told me you wanted to be spanked, and it  was much
worse than it is now, but you were spanked three times, as I  recall."
Helen-Ann nodded, "Mr. Knox spanked me, then Roycee. Just  before we left
his place I got the idea of taking a third one to impress you  that evening.
Roycee did that one too. Were you suitably impressed dad?" She  laughed and
let her skirt down again.
Ross chuckled, "Yes, but having my daughter walk in  without a stitch of
clothing on probably impressed me more."
Helen-Ann laughed, "I noticed your attention straying  occasionally to my
tits and pussy." Ross laughed, "I may be your dad, but I am  still a man,
and you have a nice pair of tits. As far as your pussy is  concerned, I'm not
used to viewing a bare one."
Helen-Ann addressed Rhonda, "Yeah mom, you do have a  luxurious bush down
front. Have you ever considered shaving it off?"
Rhonda blushed, "Er, ah, not really. But come to think of  it, maybe your
dad would like that. Would you, dear?"
Ross considered the matter, "OK you two. Line up and show  me your pussies,
side-by-side. "Helen-Ann jumped up and pulled the front of her  skirt up.
Rhonda was a bit more reticent, but opened her robe and pulled her  night
dress up to her middle, revealing her black patch.
Ross got up from the table and walked to the pair. He  crouched down so he
was at the level of the pussies, his face within a foot or  so from them.
Helen-Ann remarked, "My husband, er, I mean boyfriend,  likes me this way
because he doesn't get a mouthful of hair when he licks me.  Don't you agree
mom?"
Rhonda was blushing deeply now, "You'll really get it the  next time you
ask for a spanking, young lady."
Helen-Ann shot back, "Promises, promises. Well, what do  you say dad? If
you like the `shaved look' I'll do it to mom and show her how to  keep it
that way. Just a little attention with an electric razor every few  days."
Ross nodded, "Honey, would you object to trying the bare  look? I think it
will grow back in a couple of months if you don't like it."
Rhonda was still blushing, "Your ass is trash, daughter!"
Helen-Ann laughed, "You have been around me too much mom,  you wouldn't
have said that a few months ago."
Rhonda came back, "You are BOTH a bad influence on  me. All right, all
right. Shave me after school."
Ross straightened and put his hand on Rhonda's pussy. She  opened her legs
for him without thinking, and he let his hand cup her. She put  her arms
around him. He kissed her passionately. "If I didn't have a meeting  this
morning I'd go right back to bed."
Rhonda moaned, "Me too, sweetheart! I think I'll need  another spanking
tonight."
Helen-Ann cheered, "Way to go, mom! Ask the old fart  right out like that.
Dad, she needs more  spankings."
Ross smiled, "I understand it was your idea for her to  get down on the
floor and hand me the cane, but she admitted that leaving all  her clothes in
her room was her addition. She got the idea from the way you  confronted me."
Helen-Ann embraced Rhonda, "Good thinking, mom. Did you  have that horrible
feeling when you left the room with no clothes on, like I  did?"
Rhonda smiled, "Yeah, like `what am I doing here in the  nude', but I
forced myself to look for your father. He was talking to Betsy in  her room. I
just walked in, knelt down and handed him the cane. Betsy was  laughing her
ass off. I did get a good one, though. Your dad and I had a long  talk much
later and I think he understands that you are not the only naughty  bitch in
this house that needs her ass warmed occasionally."
Helen-Ann laughed, "I'll drink to that. Gotta go or I'll  be late. See you
later and I'll fix up your cunt hairs later, mom."
After school Helen-Ann found Rhonda working in the study,  "How's the book
coming, mom? "Rhonda swiveled away from the computer, "You  startled me
honey. I was just about to get the hero and heroine into bed for the  first
time. Would you believe I was making good money writing this trash before  I
met your dad?  I mean, I was a  virgin and writing about men going to bed
with woman. My experiences were all  from reading other writer's trash."
Helen-Ann smiled, "Do you think your bedroom scenes are  better since you
left your virginity at the motel?"
Rhonda laughed, "Well, I think they are a lot hotter, but  my sales have
been pretty good for a long time. It can take up to a year for a  book to get
edited, proof read, printed and finally show up in a book store, so  my
recent experiences aren't on the shelves yet. It's only the last few months
that I have enjoyed regular sex, and I really-really enjoy it. Oh, your dad
told  me that you knew about us fucking for months, even saw us doing it in
front of  the fire one night."
Helen-Ann smiled, "Wow, you two were hot for each other  that night. When I
came down for the hot chocolate your clothes were all over  the place, you
had two pillows under your ass and the two of you were fucking  your brains
out. You had your legs wrapped around dad and kept muttering `yes',  `harder
', `deeper'. I almost had a cum just watching you two. When you had your
cum you screamed. Dad had his at the same time. My dildo caught hell that
night.  I took a big soapy enema and had my cum while holding it all inside
and pulling  on my nipple clips."
Rhonda stared at Helen-Ann, "Shit, you should be writing  these bedroom
scenes, not me. I only take enemas when I have my period. I get  constipated.
Then the douche helps the cramps. I don't own any nipple clips, or  a dildo."

Helen-Ann smiled, "I discovered that I liked enemas when  I was real young.
 Betsy used to  hound me to have a movement every day, and if I didn't, out
came the bag. I was  only about six when I found I liked them. At least
twice a week I'd pretend I  was constipated, just to get my tummy full of hot,
soapy water. As I got older,  I'd pretend more often, and get more enemas.
Sometimes I'd end up with one every  day, but Betsy never said anything about
taking too many, she just kept filling  me up. Later I complained that I
wasn't getting full enough, so she would give  me a second bag. At first I'd
take just a little of the second bag, then I'd  take about a quarter, a half
and finally I took two full bags."
Helen-Ann was remembering back a few years, "It was sort  of a game with
Betsy and me to see how much I could take and how long I could  hold it.
Looking back, I think  Betsy knew that I was taking enemas for pleasure, not
constipation, but she  probably figured it was a good idea to keep my colon
clean, and besides, it was  a harmless pleasure. I think I was about thirteen
when I could hold two bags. My  tummy looked really bloated and I remember
how proud I was that I took all of  the second bag. Betsy congratulated me,
but after that I was expected to take  two full bags every time, and some
times that was difficult, when I was that  age, but if I didn't take my two full
bags Betsy would repeat the process. I'd  always make it the second time,
since all the poo was out of me and I had that  extra room."
She smiled, "Now I have a four quart bag and I can take  it all, every
time, as long as I'm relaxed and laying down. To this day Betsy  will still get
on my case. If I feel like I'd enjoy one, which is about all the  time, I'
ll pretend I didn't go potty that day, and Betsy fills me up. It's nice  to
just lie in bed and let her give it to me. I have my suspicions that she
likes to give them to me. Sometimes I take my gallon and tell her that I'm not
 full yet. Then she will fill it up about half full and I take about six
quarts.  There are only a couple of mail order sources for those big bags and
they cost  over $100, but they are really for serious enema lovers like
myself, so the  market is small. Besides, the bags are heavy walled and very
long lasting, so a  customer isn't likely to order a replacement very often. I
have another one that  is almost new that you just sit on. That was over
$100 too. Then the Bardex is  another $100."
"Hey, I forgot to tell you that you can loose weight with  enemas, but it
doesn't seem to work for everybody. I was getting pudgy at about  fifteen,
and I was complaining to Betsy. She said a big enema every day worked  for
some people, so she gave me one, sometimes two, every day. I had my big bag
then, so it was four quarts every session, with some extra every couple of
days,  and a second session, sometimes just before bedtime. We did that for
over six  months. I actually didn't loose weight, it stayed just about the same
but I was  growing taller and soon I wasn't pudgy anymore."
Rhonda shook her head, "What is there to arouse you,  filling yourself with
hot water? I don't get aroused when I take one for  constipation, I just
have to take a shit, and right now."
Helen-Ann said, "Look, mom, do you still intend to let me  shear your pussy?
" Rhonda nodded, "And I'm still going to beat the shit out of  you for
that, but what has that got to do with enemas?"
"Both operations start in the bathroom. I'll have to use  the clippers
first, before I use the razor. Just strip and get in the tub you  have in your
room and I'll zip off the hairs. You can shower off the cut ones we  don't
catch. When you are dry I'll get the stubble off with the razor.  You'll
want to get one for yourself, so  it will be handy. You can just rub down
there and see if you need a shave. If  you are sure you and dad are going to
fuck, you might shave an extra time. I'll  demonstrate the enema after your
pussy is bald."
Rhonda looked aghast, "Don't look like that, mom! I'm  taking the enema,
you're not. I didn't mean you had to take one too, unless you  really want
to."
They trooped upstairs. Helen-Ann went to her room to get  what she needed
and Rhonda stripped for the shaving. Soon there was a pile of  hair in the
tub and Rhonda actually felt cool down there. They got as much hair  into the
wastebasket as they could. Rhonda took a quick shower and using the
portable shower head, that had about a six foot hose on it, finished cleaning  off
any missed hairs. She noticed that she was getting aroused by the jets of
water on her exposed pussy. It felt so good. She shut off the shower and
dried  herself. Now wasn't the time to play with herself, but it seemed like a
shaved  pussy had some nice side effects.
When Rhonda was done, Helen-Ann had her lie on her back  in bed, with
several pillows under her ass, and her feet spread apart. Helen-Ann  got on the
bed too and started to remove the stubble with the electric razor.  The water
jets on her pussy, the vibrations of the razor, the intimate scene she  had
been writing for her book, the conversation with Helen-Ann, plus the fact
that the young girl was working on her most private parts all came together
to  cause her to be highly aroused.
Helen-Ann noted the lubrication that was seeping out of  her mom's pussy.
Without asking, she put her head in her mom's lap and  started licking.
Rhonda moaned,  "No, Helen-Ann, stop that." But she was too far gone to stop
the onslaught of  Helen-Ann's tongue. She tried to convince herself to move
off the bed, close her  legs or do something to stop the cum she knew wasn't
too far off. She put her  hands on Helen-Ann's head, with the intention of
moving the tongue along with  the head, but ended up caressing Helen-Ann's
head instead. She moaned louder and  pushed Helen-Ann's head into her pussy.
Helen-Ann reached up, not being able to  see her target, and found Rhonda's
ample tits. She pinched them, resulting in  more moaning. "Oh, yes, yes
dear. Lick me. Pinch me. I'm going to have a  cum.  OH, OHH, OHHHHHHH!" Rhonda
fainted.
Helen-Ann cleaned the wet area and finished up her  shaving. She then
removed her own clothes and lay down next to her mom, who she  had stretched out
on the bed. She reached down and found a quilt and covered  both of them.
She moved to her side and stretched a leg over Rhonda. It appeared  that
Rhonda had gone from her faint directly to sleep. Helen-Ann put an arm over
Rhonda and cupped a breast. She felt a bit sleepy, so she dozed off next to her
mom, holding a breast.
An hour or so passed, and Rhonda woke up. She realized  one of her breasts
was being held and she was intimately close to a nude girl.  She smiled.
Her step-daughter had  done to her what only her husband had ever done before,
yet it seemed so right.  The younger girl had noticed her arousal and taken
direct action. She sighed,  was she going to be able to do to Helen-Ann
what had been done to her? She had  no experience licking anything but her
husband's dick, and it had taken a lot of  courage to do that the first time.
Why not? Helen-Ann probably needed a cum after she had  done her mom.
Rhonda moved the hand  that was on her breast. She rolled over so she could
pinch Helen-Ann's tits and  gave one a nice pinch. They were now in an even more
intimate position. Rhonda  pinched harder and Helen-Ann moaned and muttered
something. She let a hand stray  to Helen-Ann's bare pussy and started to
massage the clit she recognized by  feel. Helen-Ann moaned and woke up. "Yes
mom, right there. I was dreaming about  having your tongue lick me and I
wake up like this." She gave Rhonda a tentative  open mouth kiss. Rhonda
quickly returned the kiss, opening her mouth. Their  tongues were soon dueling.
Rhonda was panting as they broke apart, "Honey, I want to  take care of you
now. I'm getting hot again, but let me return the wonderful  pleasure you
gave me. Tell me what to do, honey. This is my first time."
Helen-Ann smiled, "We were talking about enemas. Now I'll  take one and
you can see how much it arouses me." She got off the bed and  removed her bag
from the back-pack she had prepared. They went to the bathroom  and
Helen-Ann turned on the water in the shower. "They don't make sinks for  filling
enema bags. The only way is to fill it till it overflows, then get a cup  or a
pot or something to transfer more water to the bag. The shower works fine.
So do most kitchen sinks. Have you ever noticed the high `goose-neck'
faucet in  my bathroom? It's for filling enema bags. Ain't it nice to be rich? I
've put in  three squirts of liquid `Ivory'. I've also got some
Peppermint flavored Dr.  Bronner's liquid Castile soap. Some of that and the enema
comes out smelling  like Peppermint." She laughed.
Helen-Ann looked at her mom, "Er, did you really mean  what you said, mom?
I mean, are you going to lick me like I did you?"
Rhonda kissed Helen-Ann on the lips, "Honey, what you did  to me felt so
right, so loving. It isn't like I was cheating on your dad, or  anything like
that. You gave me pleasure and I want to give you pleasure  back."
Helen-Ann smiled, "You are going to give me a great big  cum, mom, so I
need my I-V pole to hold the bag. That leaves your lovely tongue  to lick me
good. Just a moment." She went to her room and carried the pole to  the master
bedroom. "This way, my bag is held at the height I like it and you  are
free to eat me out."
Helen-Ann filled the bag to overflowing with suds and  carried it to the
pole she had set next to the bed. It hooked on so they were  both hands-free. "
Notice this interesting nozzle made by Bard-Parker. You pump  the bulb and
there is a balloon on the end to keep in the nozzle and the enema.  I'll lie
on the edge of the bed and you can insert it. Put some K-Y on your  finger
and put your finger up my ass. Oh, that feels good. Now lube up the tip  and
stick the thing in my bunghole until the balloon is just inside me. Feels
like it is. Now make sure the chrome valve is closed and pump the bulb three
 times only. Ah, I can feel the expansion. At first it feels like you have
to go  poo-poo but soon we are going to turn on the water and I'll have a
four quart  reason to feel like I have to go. Oops, forgot the pad. In my pack
there is an  absorbent pad. Put it on the bed so my bottom is in the
middle. OK, now I forgot  the clips. The chrome gizmo's with the chain. I'll let
you put them on me. Ouch  and ouch. If I pull, they get tighter, OHHH, like
that."
Helen-Ann lay back, "I think we are about ready to start.  Get between my
legs and see if you can find what you are supposed to lick. Ah,  you did and
it feels so good." She stroked Rhonda's head. "Perfect mom, now I'll  turn
on my water. Oh, it feels good running into me. You just keep licking me
and I'll keep filling up and playing tit-torture." Helen-Ann began to moan,
"Feels so good mom. It feels right that we do each other. Oh, I'm getting
fuller  and fuller, hotter and hotter. Ouch, I really punished my tits that
time, but  it's good hurt, I can't explain... Oh, yes. Yes mom, lick my
cunt, lick it.  OHHH, I'm going to.... OHHHHHH." She shuddered and  fainted.
Rhonda stopped licking and moved away a bit. Her whole  face was covered
with Helen-Ann's lubrication, but she didn't care. She was  undecided about
the nipple clips, but left them on. Helen-Ann would have to go  potty
herself. Rhonda smiled, she couldn't very well take a shit for her. She  wondered
if Helen-Ann had double cums, so she started to lick again. The taste  was
rather nice and the smell was sort of musky, but not objectionable. All  told,
she had enjoyed helping Helen-Ann to have her cum. It was making her hot
as hell too.
Helen-Ann started to wake with a wonderful feeling in her  pussy. God, mom
was still licking. It felt so good. She wanted to go potty, but  that just
aroused her more. She pulled on the clips and moaned, "Yes mom, I  don't do
it twice in a row very often, but I think you can make me. Lick me. Oh  yes,
lick me good. I'm so full. I need to shit but I need a cum even more.  I'm
coming close.... I mean I'm close to  cumming...... I mean....... Oh, OHH,
YES, YES, OHHHHHH." She fainted a second  time. A gush of water got by the
balloon as she had her second cum.
Rhonda removed the clips this time. Her mouth and tongue  hurt, but that
was OK. Her face was smeared in Helen-Ann's juices, but she  didn't mind that
either. They had brought pleasure to each other. She kissed her  step
daughter on the mouth, leaving love juice behind. She massaged Helen-Ann's
tummy, not knowing if this was good or bad, but she liked the feel of the
expanded tummy. She began to wonder what an enema that big, held all this time,
would feel like. There was the bag on the pole, and all she had to do was
fill  it once it was free from Helen-Ann's rear. She bet the girl would like it
if mom  took one too. She felt Helen-Ann's tummy again.
So full. The skin was tight. YES, she would try  one herself.  Helen-Ann
came to with  a bad cramp. "Wow, mom, I gotta shit." She got up and carried
the bag to the  potty. She sat, let out the air in the balloon and splat,
there was an  eruption of brown water and brown material. The pot was also
filled with bubbles  from the soap.
Rhonda said, "Would you give me one too, honey? If I  don't like it, it
still will be an interesting experience. Everything is set up.  All we need is
some soap, some water and my asshole."
Rhonda let Helen-Ann grease up her asshole and insert the  nozzle. It did
feel like she had to go when the balloon was inflated. She lay on  her back
on the pad. She put on the nipple clips. They did hurt. She pulled and  both
nipples hurt more. Helen-Ann got between her legs and started to lick, "Oh,
yes honey. Here comes my water. Oh, it feels like I have to shit right off,
but  I can't because of the balloon. Hurrah for balloons.  Ouch, I nearly
pulled a tit off. Oh, yes  dear. You lick so good and I'm so full. I can feel
the cum cumming.. YES. OH,  OHHHHHHHH." It was the right day for the girls
to  faint.
Rhonda woke with a cramp too, but she felt wonderful. She  realized that
the reason was between her legs. Helen-Ann was still licking her,  like she
had just done to the younger girl. She moaned. She was used to multiple  cums
because Ross would often make her have a cum with his hands and educated
tongue, then his dick. She felt another on the way. "Oh darling daughter, what
a  lovely tongue you have. Oh, OHH, YESSSSS." Away she went into dreamland
again.
She woke realizing that she had to go potty something  fierce. Oh, there
was a good reason, her tummy was bloated with a gallon of  soapy water.
Reason enough. "Honey,  I'm too old to have two such lovely cums in a row,
please help me go potty."  Helen-Ann helped her mom to the bathroom. Rhonda sat
on the throne. "Wait; how  long can you hold this much water, anyway?" She
held her expanded tummy with  both hands. She winced as a cramp hit her.
Helen-Ann answered, "It depends on your stamina, I guess.  Also it depends
on what's happening to you, as well as your position. If you are  aroused,
or fucking, or being eaten out, then even the cramps become `good'  pain,
and you can hold the enema for a long time. Also, laying down, the  pressure
evens out in your colon. Sitting or standing lets the pressure increase  in
the right and left sides of your colon, so you are going to have an increased
 need to take a shit, and the cramps are worse."
She shrugged, "With a three quart bag I once took the  whole thing and held
it for an hour, just to see if I could. I was laying down.  This bag is
four quarts, and a little more if it is filled to the brim like we  did. I can
only just hold it long enough to reach the potty, if I take one for
constipation, or just for the hell of it. If I am playing, I can hold it longer.  I
guess today was the longest I ever held this big a one, but you made me
have  two beautiful cums. ³Rhonda grimaced as another cramp caused her tummy to
hurt,  "I am still holding it in me. Whoosh, that last cramp lasted a long
time. How  long do you think I've held it so far?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "Who was the scorekeeper, anyway?", she  pretended to
look for the non-existing official. "Lazy oaf, goofing off. I guess  a half
hour by now, mom. You had two cums and we have been talking for  awhile.  Are
you going to see if you  can establish a world record?"
Rhonda smiled, then grimaced again, "I guess this it.  Look out below."
She unscrewed the valve and the nozzle shot out followed by one  of the
longest continuous streams that either of them had ever observed. She was  weak
kneed when she finished up and Helen-Ann helped her to lay down on her left
side. In a few minutes she got up and got rid of some more. She lay down
again.  "My tummy is still in an uproar. How long will that last?"
Helen-Ann shrugged, "Depends. That was a very full bag  and you held it for
about a half hour. I'd guess another fifteen to thirty  minutes. Now tell
me what you think of combining sex and enemas? Can't you just  imagine having
dad's dick inside you while you fill up?"
Rhonda smiled, "Oh, can I ever! I'll talk to your dad  tonight. Even after
two cums, I think I need a spanking tonight, and he is going  to want to
use my hairless crotch. If he doesn't object, I'll order the things
tomorrow. Oh, do you mind if I tell him about our, er, ah, `making love'  today?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Mom, I didn't do anything to  you that I should
be ashamed of, nor did you do anything to me that you should  be ashamed
of. God knows I don't embarrass easily. Sure, go ahead and tell dad.  After
having me confront him in the nude with a busted ass, I doubt anything  will
surprise him. I won't need the bag tonight. Why don't we leave it all set
up, but empty, right next to the bed where it is now. He will see it and
start a  conversation. You can demonstrate what an enema does to you, and you
two can  fuck with a full bag inside you."
Helen-Ann ate alone the next morning. Apparently mom and  dad had had one
hell of a night, and were sleeping late. When she returned from  school,
Rhonda was at the computer, as usual, and sitting on a pillow.
She smiled at her daughter, "Your dad didn't go to work  until after
lunch, and I've had three enemas since he got home last night, the  last one was
this morning about ten o'clock when we finally woke up. He told me  how much
he liked making love to me when I have a full tummy. All he said about
what you and I did to each other was that he was glad we were getting along so
well. He loved my shaved pussy. He made me have so many cums with his hands
and  tongue and dick that I lost count."
Helen-Ann smiled back, "That's wonderful mom. If you  want, I think you
can order your own bag today. The place is on the east coast,  but I think
they will take phone orders fairly late in the day. I'll go get my  notebook
with all the data on Tyler Labs in it."