Recent Blog: SEE HER SQUIRT SEEHERSQUIRT.COM wasn't really sure at all. He was concerned that Bridget's mother might have some inkling as to what had, or has, been going on between Bridget and himself. Mothers can have a sixth sense about things like that. "No ma'am, not really."
Mrs. Johnson sighed. He was not going to make this easy. She was hoping to get in and out of this meeting relatively quickly: a sincere apology and then an understanding never to refer to it again. But, Jason was apparently going to make her speak about it. "Yes, well, um, Jason, I wanted to talk to you about what happened." Her voice quieted. "A few weeks ago, in the garden."
Now he knew precisely what she wanted to talk about and he was relieved, at least at first. "Oh yes, yes, ma'am, I understand. I didn't really see anything, really."
That was a rather lame denial, as he could hardly say he understood why she wanted to talk to him about what happened in the garden if he actually hadn't seen anything. Mrs. Johnson though smiled appreciatively at his effort to respect her modesty. She rested a hand on his knee in reassurance. "Now Jason, I know you must have seen something. I could see it in the expression of your face," which now blushed at the thought of having to talk to Bridget's mother about seeing her naked tit; actually, breast.
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