Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2006 21:15:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edna Martinez <baby_edna2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Necessary Evil   (Adult/Youth Lesbian)

How it all came to be remains a mystery-an enigma of fate. At least that is
the way Brenda Fuller perceived it. In the very dusk of her life, when all
seemed but gray and sullen, a bright star came to rescue her. And what a
beautiful star, she thought-maybe the prettiest of them all.

Brenda still remembers the youth's panic-stricken expression, her frailty
-- the childlike nervousness in her gestures. Ashley silently uttered the
innocence that only a thirteen year old flower could. And how is one to
deny such natural grace? How could one refuse to help such helpless
creature?

When Brenda first heard of Ashley's trouble, it struck her as another
futile case-a helpless journey doomed for failure. And yet, every time
Brenda was on the verge of turning down the case, she felt that tingle of
curiosity which made her open the folder once again. The symptoms field
read: homosexually inclined.

And she would then journey into the depths of her impeccable intellect,
searching for an answer-a logical reason that should undoubtedly lay
dormant in the recesses of her extraordinary brain. After all, she was a
wealthy and successful psychologist, perhaps top in the nation. In fact,
she thrived in the presence of a difficult case; the challenge gave her
monotonous life a fresh breath of air.

Yet, there was something different about Ashley's case. She couldn't
pinpoint what it was, but it would somehow hold her interest.
Thinking...imagining...wondering -- what could it be?

A thirteen year old with homosexual tendencies was not utterly uncommon. It
is the reason why a vulnerable rose is born with sharp thorns, or perhaps
the reason life has to imminently experience death-it is just one of those
things which demands the natural acceptance of those who live it or witness
it. But, Brenda was well aware of this, and such realization did not
disturb her.

The root of her worries lay deeply embedded within her heart. At a ripe 43
years of age, Brenda owned more than her fair share of mundane
possessions. Having the luck of the wealthy, material keepings were never
an issue for her. All her life she had worked hard for it. Burning her
eyelashes many-a-nights in college to be the very best at her craft. And
once she had attained her goal of becoming a well renowned psychologist,
Brenda embarked upon a successful career worthy of deep respect and
admiration.

And yet in the highlight of her conquests, she realized that the journey
had made her a very lonely woman-a prisoner of her own solitude. She had
never opened her heart to anybody, perhaps for selfish reasons, or maybe
because she was afraid-but the fact remained that every lonely morning was
a cruel reminder of a grim reality.

She was a person with feelings, a human being with sentiments. It wasn't
fair that life would deny her the chance of leaving a spiritual legacy.

And besides-didn't she have needs like any other woman?

That desire to be held and made love to, and yes, even fucked.

She couldn't help but feel pathetic when she remembered the strenuous hours
spent in the gym. Perhaps in vain, chasing another empty dream-another void
promise of nothings.

Deep inside her, the uncertainty of it all troubled her. Yet, her incurable
mind was always set on being the greatest. And it was only when she stared
into the mirror that the realization would strike her. What was all this
beauty?^? Blue eyes purer than the sky, not to be contemplated. A blonde
mane resplendent as the finest wool, not to be caressed. A mature anatomy,
yes seasoned with the inevitable years, but lean and fit with buns of
steel, only to be unattended, left forgotten in a dusk of fantasies.

 Many a times she would dream about a lover, an inconspicuous lover-soft
lips raining her ripe body, tender kisses playing delicate tunes on her
soul, warm licks laving every inch of her perfectly tanned skin-taking her
places she had never been before. Oh, what a beautiful dream, but just
that, a dream.

She couldn't remember the last time foreign fingers had tampered with her
pussy-that delicate and neglected flower, begging for care, supplicating
for attention, starving for touch.  But, even these days time seemed too
short for self relief-so she would have to ignore her desires, and just
keep cavalcading.

"Sweetheart, please have a seat." Brenda said with a motherly tone-staring
at the sobbing toddler.

Ashley stood in front of the desk trembling with her little arms crossed
and her gaze down. The room felt cold and shivery, or maybe her purpose in
that room made it feel that way.

She wasn't a bad girl. No, not at all. In fact, she was a sweet and loving
girl-experiencing the gift of life-only an ingenious creature capturing the
essence of the world.

So, why did they make her feel this way? Why did she feel cursed by the
world?

After all, she was only responding to her instincts, a second nature that
involuntarily possessed her body and soul. It wasn't her fault, perhaps it
was nobody's fault-but to Ashley it didn't seem that way.

When her mother found her in the toilet fingering her little cunt, it was a
calamitous day.

Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth ajar-floating in the mist of that
little universe that she had gotten to know and learned to adore. But only
for a little while, as usual, only a little while. And as she opened her
eyes, to once again drink in the dirty pictures, her life had changed.

"Ashley w-what are you do."

The horror in her mother's face did not lie.

What in the world is thi.Oh nooo, please dear goodness nooo.gawd-I have
failed you!

As her mother sank to the ground horrified at the pornographic portraits,
Ashley had vague memories of the first time she had discovered the lesbian
magazine. But it was not the moment for such reveries. No, not the time.

She could feel cold tears welling up in her eyes-tears of pain and anger;
pent up emotions of misunderstanding, of neglect. Yet, she could only
witness the deteriorating heart of a mother, her mother. But that was all
she could do.

"Darling, do you know why you are here today?" Brenda inquired tenderly.

Just a slight nod of the head.

"Darling-if you have a seat, we can talk about it."

A smile settled on Brenda's face as she observed the gangly youngster make
her way to the leather recliner in the corner of the office. She had meant
for Ashley to take the armchair across from her desk, but perhaps that
would have been to discouraging for the infant.

Gracefully making her way to the other side of her quarters, Brenda lodged
on the couch across from Ashley.

As she observed the trembling little girl, Brenda couldn't help but feel
distressed at such defenselessness.

Feelings of pity and compassion blurred her sharpness. Why not let this
child be? Why not cut her loose, and let her spread her wings and fly?
After all-wasn't that what life was all about? She would have known that
better than anybody else. But. she had a job to do.

"Sweetheart-I am here to help you, believe me. I am."

"But you need to look at me." Her voice sweet and motherly.

"I love your shoes. Did your mother give them to you?"

Another slight nod-a bit more enthusiastic.

"Ashley, you have beautiful hair. I bet you are a gorgeous little girl. Am
I right?"

Another nod, and then a chuckle.

Yes, a change in aura-Ashley's little girl humor had them both giggling.

"See, I knew there was a pretty little girl under all that beautiful brown
hair."

Staring into the child's brown eyes, Brenda realized that Ashley was there
for a reason other than professional help. There was something in her deep
stare-perhaps sadness, or maybe confusion. Her eyes implored for compassion
and begged for understanding. They portrayed a soul praying for love.

"Do you want some Kleenex for that runny little nose?"

A slight whisper-a delicate voice. "Yes".

Brenda observed keenly as the youngster clumsily whipped her nose.

"Ashley, tell me a little about home. Would you darling?"

And as the child went on about her favorite shoes and skirts, Brenda
listened attentively. Searching for a clue, a sign indicative of the girl's
affliction-evidence pointing towards the root of her unusual
tendencies. And yet, she would come up empty handed, for innocence seemed
to rule this little creature.

And just when she was about to switch gears and change her approach-the
minutest of hints.

The girl's eyes blinked with fear as she quickly elevated her gaze from in
between the beautiful lady's tanned legs.

Inconspicuously, Brenda secured her thighs together, and pulled the hem
lower than usual. She had been distracted studying her clipboard, when she
caught Ashley ogling her. `Oh my-Brenda you need to focus better?" She
thought-feeling a strange excitement.

But maybe it was an act of destiny that she had lost her focus
momentarily. After all-wasn't this clear evidence of the girl's troubles?

"Ashley darling, you know we need to talk"

The girl's eyes welled up with tears, realizing that she couldn't escape
her fate, the reason why she sat in the office. She felt betrayed once
again, but she attempted to hold her composure.

"What is it? What do you feel?" Brenda inquired.

And then, it was too much. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't knowwww!"

Brenda could only watch as the girl ran to the very corner of the room and
slumped onto the floor.

"Hmmm-I guess I have a real case here."

As Brenda watched television in her bedroom, her face looked absent-minded.
Thoughts of her little patient flooding her mind-how could she get the
child to talk? How could she ask this little girl with a thirteen year old
intellect to bare her soul?

"Perhaps I should show her my panties again-ha ha ha!"  She smiled at her
own nescience.

But then again-wasn't that the only evidence she had gathered from the
fruitless analysis? And isn't that what a proficient behaviorist does-but
assault every piece of the puzzle until the whole sheds the truth? Yes
indeed, this kid is a woman lover-she thought.

"Oh come on Brenda-that is not part of your job." She scolded herself.

Yet, only the thought of such lewd approach made her cunt tingle.

"Goodness, am I that desperate?" She winced, contemplating the
possibilities.

"What am I thinking? But wait-it could be the answer!" Her mind playing
tricks on her.

"Ahhh.I have a long day tomorrow. I need to rest" She thought as she went
to sleep.

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"Ashley, darling, tell me about your friends at school."

By the fourth session, Brenda had established a special relationship with
the youngster. The little girl was quite a talker, and Brenda was able to
exuviate more than she had bargained for.  Ashley revealed the sad truth of
her neglect-the lack of attention from her parents. It was a tale which at
times forced Brenda to abandon her craft and become a mother.

"Darling I am so sorry to hear that. I love you, ok?"

And it was when she caught the thirteen year old again ogling her exposed
underwear, that things took a prophetic turn.

"Ashley?"

"Haaa" A faint gasp.

"No no, darling, its ok. You can look." Brenda whispered tenderly.

She gently spread her thighs further, feeling her heart accelerating.

"What is it honey, please talk to me." She begged.

"I-I d-don't." The girl stuttered painfully-tears welling up in her eyes.

"Baby-try, please I want to help."  An estranged excitement taking over
her-Brenda could feel her needy cunt warming up.

"I can't-I can't-I ca."

And as Ashley broke out in tears of sentiment, Brenda ran to hold the
child.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have.shhhhh baby. I am so sorry." Brenda consoled,
holding the infant to her chest.

"You know I care for you. I would never hurt you sweetheart."

And in between pecks of consolation, Brenda felt a little hand playing with
her erect nipple.

"Ashl-uh."

The girl seemed to be studying the tumescent teat-rolling it in between her
little fingers.

"W-would it help to see it honey?"  Her maternal instinct took over-she
could feel her nerves betraying her.

And as the girl nodded through puffy eyes, Brenda shakily unbuttoned her
shirt and bared her right tit.

The girl's face immediately brightened up as she examined her new toy. It
looked exactly the way she remembered it. Yes, bitter memories of the
prodigious magazine that had gotten her in trouble. But this, this was
different-so soft, so inviting, so real.

"Ah darling-that is great." Brenda groaned as she closed her eyes and
listened to her own heartbeats.



Oh, it had been so long. Yes, so long that she couldn't even remember. But
all that didn't matter-for she was great at living in the moment. After
all-it was the story of her life.

As she felt her nipple left unattended, she opened her eyes. And there it
was-that stare, that innocent look of famish-a silent cry for love.

"Here darling, please." sensing the child's desire-Brenda offered.

Ashley immediately began suckling the distended nipple-slavering noisily,
as she attempted to milk the nodule.

"Hmmm.jeez child!"  Brenda complained as the girl roughly fed on her
nipple.

Cradling the little head with a motherly arm, she couldn't help resentful
tears of lost time.  How beautiful to hold an innocent child like this. How
gratifying to provide spiritual shelter for someone else.

"Baby, do you like it?" Brenda asked, reassuringly.

"Hmm.hmmm" The little girl confirmed with a childlike nod.

"Ashley.ahhh.you are a great little girl, you know?"

"Hmmm.hmmm"

A thirteen year old saving her life? Brenda would have never dreamed about
it. An infant only, yes-but so much love to give. And the world knew that
this beautifully aged lady needed it. Yes, she needed tons and tons of
love.

As she lay in her bed silently, the excitement makes her cunt itch. A
permanent smile on her face tells a tale of revival. Life was fascinating
again. Who would have thought? A new life born from the depths of
nothing. Yes, like a phoenix she arises from the ashes. Brenda lives
again. She is in love.


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As she sees her favorite patient walk into the office, Brenda is
confident. The child is ready for more. But why does she feel selfish? Why
does she feel wicked? Yes, she meticulously planned for days now. But, she
is in desperate need, and the kid seems ready-she thinks.

"Ashley darling.lock the door, please."

Her pulse quickens and her womb tightens.

"Baby, are you ready to learn about hygiene?"

"Yes."

The little girl's determination surprises her. Ashley trusts her.

Holding the little hand she leads the way until they reach the long
couch-Brenda takes a seat.

"Baby, take a seat on the carpet." She points at the spot right in front of
her.

Her palms are now sweating, and her pussy is moistening.

One swift motion, and her soaked thong comes off.

"Sweetie you need to come closer so I can teach you well." She announces
nervously.

Sliding to the edge of the couch, she spreads wide and reveals herself to
the anxious child.

"Ha." A faint gasp escapes the girl's delicate lips as she sees the
exuberant blonde bush.  The lush carpet of coarse hairs intrigues her.

"Darling, don't be scared-here, look closely." Brenda croons as she spreads
her slimed cunt petals open.

The faint squish captures the child's attention, and she moves to examine
closer.  The warm cunt smell makes her little nose twitch. She had never
seen anything like it. The juxtaposed and colorful lips entrance her. Their
fullness makes them look like an alien flower-she thinks. Yes, a
pinkish-gray hairy, alien flower.

"Darling, do you know the importance of a clean vagina." Brenda announces
with a raspy voice.

The girl just nods-her eyes riveted to the twitching cunt.

"Ashley, sweetheart-are you listening?"

But the sight is too much for Ashley to concentrate. It scares her and
fascinates her. The whole moment confuses her childish mind.

Then, she tentatively reaches out. Yes, she is a curious child. With her
index finger, she touches the bulbous pearl at the top of the palpitating
organ.

"Ha."

She hears a gasp coming from upstairs-and then the flower pulses and bleeds
what looks like milk.

She immediately pulls back and watches as the ropey fluid slowly leaks out
from the hole.

Brenda can only observe as her arousal shortens each breath in her mature
body. She makes no attempt to further the lessons.

"Go ahead darling, its okay-that is just vaginal fluid. It's clean." She
lies in desperation.

The child trusts her new mother, and slowly dips her finger in the gooey
cream. It feels very warm and sticky on her digits.

As the little girl retrieves her soaked fingers to examine, Brenda observes
as her own juices expand in tiny ropes from her heated pussy. Yes, her cunt
milk was still thick and fertile.

"See baby-I told you its clean." She says-slowly losing her sanity.

Ashley just smiles innocently-all she wants is to be loved.

"Here baby, feel the inside." Brenda whispers as she guides the little
fingers to the hungry cunt-hole.

The suctioning sound from the penetrating digits reminds Brenda of her own
excitement.

"Here, y-you have to move it in and out to clean it good." She can hardly
think now.

"Ahhh yes darling, you are such a good girl."

Utilizing the small fingers to satiate her arousal, she lays back and
enjoys the wonderful moment. Closing her eyes, she thinks of Ashley as the
daughter she never had. Yes-the little girl was part of her life now. She
would take care of this precious child like if it was her own. It was time
for her to share her life with someone.

"Baby, darling-I nehhh-need to cum inside you now." Brenda announced as she
quickly stood up from the couch-the tension was just too unforgiving.
Pushing her pelvis forward, she grabbed the frail little head and
desperately pushed her leaking cunt onto the girl's mouth. Careful not to
suffocate the infant, she slowly rode the delicate mouth until she felt her
abdomen cramping furiously. And then, as her contracting womb drew all the
womanly fluids from her veins, she exploded inside the thirteen year
old-flooding the child's mouth to the brim with gooey cum.

"Aaaaghhh.fuck-fuck-fuck. It's been so long-so so long." She cried with
nostalgia, as she fell limp like a rag doll.

Looking over at the beautiful child, she couldn't help but to love this
pure creature. Now free of harm and in her good care, nobody would
interfere with their new found freedom. Oh-living was good.

 The little girl had no choice but to swallow the mature lady's vaginal
milk-sour and aged to perfection, making her eyes misty. A smile over teary
eyes told the truth as she gulped the scorching juices. She felt loved by
this beautiful blonde lady.

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As Brenda rolls from side to side on her bed-she feels guilty and
aroused. Something deep inside her tells her that this is her chance-her
only chance to recover what was lost -to irrigate with passion her now arid
body and spirit.

She feels angry, but she doesn't know why. Yes, it's nobody's fault but her
own-it makes her bitter. But no, now is not the moment for regrets. She
must capture this moment and cherish it. And Ashley-Oh, Ashley.the child is
such a jewel.

Has she taken advantage of the poor toddler? Was she being selfish by
seizing her luck of having this prodigious child upon her care? After
all-her job is to save lives and straighten minds. Yes, straighten minds,
and perhaps even corrupt them if necessary. She possessed the cognition to
pervert and manipulate a young and infallible mind. But to taint a child's
judgment for self welfare was a prohibited agenda-it was an immoral and
evil proposition. But the psychologist had learned that at times evil was
necessary.

Then, a wicked thought-she has so much to teach this confused child. After
all that is what a good mother does.

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"Ashley baby, make sure that door is locked. Would you?" She sends the girl
to secure the quarters with a playful slap on the little behind.

"He he he." The girl chuckles as she hops to lock the door.

"Come here darling, let's have an adult conversation." She says with a
motherly voice.

"Yes Miss Brenda." The youngster brightens up at the prospect of learning
about maturity.

"Child, it is perfectly okay to love other women-a woman is only blissful
when her vagina is loved and nourished."

Brenda is not a woman lover, but she is a master at twiddling with people's
thoughts-after all it is her craft.

"Do you understand me darling?"

"Yes!" The confused child answers. She only yearns to love those who love
her.

"Sweetheart, Miss Brenda has been sad for many many years now. Did you
know?"

"No-but why?" The youngster inquires with childlike sorrow.

"Darling, the world just chose to abandon me when I needed love." She lies
to the little girl.

"But I love you Miss Brenda." The innocent child answers, feeling the
squeeze in her heart. "Not My Miss Brenda-no, not her." She hates the world
for abandoning her lady.

"Don't cry for me child, please don't cry."

"Here-do you want to kiss my pain away darling?" She asks cunningly-her
voice tainted in fake sorrow.

The girl clumsily wipes her tears and nods enthusiastically, her eyes fill
with joy. She is a sweet little girl-always eager to love.

Brenda quickly unsnaps her slacks and drops them to the floor. Her white
silk-underpants show a faint red streak. She feels very wicked-she is still
on her period.

"Darling, approach me-come make me happy." She announces-rolling her
panties off and draping her left limb on the arm of the couch.

The little girl immediately obeys and positions herself. The cunt smell is
raw and pheromone filled. Warm enough to maker her squint and feral enough
to make her giddy. It is an assemblage of mature arousal and natural
menstruation.

"Ashley-sweetheart, if you love me properly, you will make me very happy
for a while. Would you like that?" Brenda inquires tenderly.

"Yes Miss Brenda. Yes." The youngster answers jubilantly.

"Well, very well child.this is what I want you to do."

"Bring your sweet lips here and suckle on my clitoris until I tell you to
stop."

Brenda's fingers shake heavily as she bares the erect little organ from its
sheath.

"Here darling, have at it-love Miss Brenda." She announces-holding the
stiff unsheathed nodule. She eagerly waits for the child's lips.

"Oh my goooo-ahhh."

It hits her like a thunderbolt-separating her spirit from her
flesh. Oh.sweet little lips loving her dearly. Vague memories of a solitary
woman. She loves life again.

"Ahhhh-darling, you are sucking it just right. You are such a sweetheart."

She can feel her cunt dripping heavily. A string of dense cum threatens to
hit the carpet as it hangs from her hole. She is ready to ejaculate.

"B-Baby, quit for a moment. Here.put your lips here." She demands
erratically-positioning the child's mouth over the menacing hole.

"Just use your tongue sweetie-use it like the darling little girl you are."

"Oh yes-gawd yes"

Her toes curl uncontrollably and she accidentally bites her tongue. She
senses a prominent discharge. Yes-this child's loving is capable of
draining her body of life.

And then she can't hold it any longer, her vaginal muscles grow weak and
tender-its time to profess her love.

With a guttural grunt, she relaxes her cunt and pushes with all her
strength.  The hot cum inundates the girl's mouth, squirting violently out
of her delicate nose, as she tries to avoid suffocation. `It is a beautiful
scene'-Brenda thinks as she sees the little girl fighting to catch her
breath with teary eyes.

"Ashley-Darling, are you okay?" She cares like the good mother she is.

The girl nods with tears in her eyes. She sobs with a childish smile. She
loves Miss Brenda. Miss Brenda is happy.

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These days nothing seemed like before. Brenda clearly hears the breeze and
the birds. She smells the trees and the rain. She relishes the sun rays and
loves the moonlight. Her sovereign spirit knows no boundaries. She lives
forever.

As she drives to pick up the youngster, feelings of envy invade her
heart. She wishes the child with her every day. But two days would have to
suffice for now.

"Yes madam, I'll take good care of her." She assures Ashley's mother.

As they drive down the road of towering trees, they love each other. Lady
and child peregrinate to their fate. It is the highlight of their lives.

"Are you ok sweetheart?"

"Yes Miss Brenda!" She says lovingly.

As Brenda stares at the bubbly little girl, she bites her lower lip-she has
an idea.

"Darling, give me your pretty little hand."

Draping her white summer skirt to mid thigh, she directs the little hand to
her warm pouting cunt.

The little girl chuckles innocently as she feels the slimy lips. Her lovely
lady is not wearing panties. Instinctively, she sinks her frail middle
finger and begins loving the beautiful lady. The child is well coached.

"Waooo Miss Brenda!" She sings as she takes in the huge house. It reminds
her of fairy-tale palaces.

"Do you like it?" Brenda asks lovingly.

"Yes-yes-yes I do!"

"I am so glad you do darling." Brenda croons as she holds the girl in her
arms and places a wet kiss on her nose.

"It's your house sweetheart."

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Time flies in the company of love. Brenda pampers the child
indefinitely. Ashley is the princess of her once icy palace. Oh-lovely
weekend.please never end!

"Awww that darling tongue of yours!" She complains as the warm tongue laves
her sweaty armpit.

Yes, it had been a lovely afternoon. The day was humid, but the sky was
unblemished. Brenda couldn't remember the last time she went hiking. She
used to love it. But, that was a long time ago.

They had so much fun together in the outdoors-lady and child together under
the comforting skirts of nature. Perhaps, tomorrow they will do it
again-perhaps they will do it forever. But they can worry about that
later. Now is time for loving.  As Brenda lies blissfully on the satin
sheets, the fan caresses her sensitive pores. The air is warm and
musky-alive with the scent of her perspiring limbs and her ripe cunt.

"Sweetie, the other one-please." Brenda croons as she directs the little
girl to lave her other slick armpit.

The sensation is extraordinary. Broad tongue strokes caressing her
erogenous axilla. The child is a marvelous lover. Oh-what an incredible
conquest.

"Darling, now love my breasts."

The tumid rubbery nipples remind the child of their first encounter. As she
suckles tenderly, she closes her eyes and imagines beautiful things. She
wishes Miss Brenda was her mother. She suckles and suckles until her lady
calls to her.

"Child, let me show you something." Brenda susurrates as she brings her
knees to her chest. Her body still allows such malleability.

She pushes her butt cheeks apart and bares her anus to the little girl's
gaze. The grayish winking orifice captures the child's attention. It looks
live and resilient.

Caressing the girl's hair, she points towards her live anus and announces
her proposal: "Darling, would you love me there? Miss Brenda needs your
sweet little kisses."

The child smiles and places a brief kiss on the winking orifice.  It feels
so warm in between the ladies firm cheeks. She places another one and looks
up at Miss Brenda.

The beautiful lady smiles and instructs her to user tongue. She does as she
is told. She is a great kid-an innocent puppet of love.

Brenda wakes up to the sound of dry leaves rustling. She looks at the clock
in her night stand-it reads 3:07AM. She clears her eyes and suspires. Her
heart feels joyous but she doesn't remember why. Then, she hears a little
snore and smiles. Oh-beautiful love. She contemplates the child with
tenderness. Her little face still soiled with dry cum from their last love
making. She wishes again to have a daughter.

Ashley awakens to the sound of Brenda emptying her bladder. She turns to
her side and smiles at the wonderful lady sitting on the toilet. `She looks
like an angel' the child thinks.

Brenda immediately feels her cunt coming alive. She is insatiable.

Squeezing out the last remaining drops of pee, she quickly gets up and
walks towards her lover. She can still feel her vagina dripping, but the
throbbing on her clit is just intolerable.

Straddling the little head she rides the fragile mouth with passion. She
utilizes her hips in an elliptical motion. She is making sweet love.

An hour later, she furiously unloads her hot cunt milk inside the tender
child-obscenely filling the little girl's throat with bubbling cum. Such a
lovely way to end the weekend.

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After they take a hot soothing shower together, they hold each other under
fresh linen.

They fall asleep and dream together. They dream about the past, the
present, and the future. They dream about forever-about 43 year old ladies,
and 13 year old lesbians. They dream about freedom, about spiritual
independence-self dignity and respect. They dream about a perfect world.
They dream about a life together. They dream about love.

The End

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