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Helen got up slowly and shrugged off the remains of her robe, making her completely naked like Clare, and walked slowly towards her daughter. Clare looked at her quizzically. Helen reached out her hand and with her index finger wiped up the rivulet of Clare's juice that was running down the washer. Clare realised what she was doing and smiled, but the look turned to surprise as her mum, seemingly in a world of her own, brought the finger to her mouth and licked Clare's juice from it. "Eughh, Mummy's eating my pussy juice!" Clare squealed teasingly. Helen looked up suddenly and blushed with deep embarrassment. "Oh my God I'm so sorry," she said. "I don't know what came over me." "Hey, it's no problem," said Clare urgently. "I was only teasing. Do I not get any?" "What?" said Helen. "Do I not get to taste my own pussy?" replied Clare, opening her mouth like a baby bird.Helen smiled and dipped 2 fingers into the still slightly warm pool. She coated them with as much juice as she could. ” He continued “as you are to receive the most senior award today you will be called last. Stop two paces from Her Majesty bow and say Your Majesty then walk forward. If she offers her hand don’t grip it too tightly. After that you address her as Mam as in jam. All clear?” “Yes, thank you” replied Robert.After sitting down with Terry on his inside he watched as others entered the room to join those already sitting down. He was twiddling with his walking stick when he felt Terry take his hand in hers. She squeezed it and said “Relax, enjoy it!” she whispered. “If you say so Mam” he replied causing her to chuckle.Promptly at two pm the doors behind the dais opened and the Queen emerged, flanked by Prince Phillip and equerries. One of which was Captain St John now in dress uniform. They all rose to their feet, the investiture had begun.Robert’s citation was read out. Terry listened in horror at what Robert had done, his shear disregard for his own safety. She was aware of some details.
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