Though we were twins, Maggie and I weren't the same size. I was tall, somewhat heavily muscled. She was small—a feather, a leaf. Tired of stooping t...o kiss her, I grasped her slender thighs and hefted her up to my level. Squealing with surprise, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist—so tight I could have let go and she wouldn't have fallen. But I didn't let go. I liked where my hands were, cradling her hot little ass, the tips of my middle fingers dipping slightly into her crack, my. " Suzanne smiled as her son spoke and they both ignored a huff from Lynn who had seated herself next to Katherine."Is that your baby?" Lynn asked the teenager who nodded and gazed into the peaceful eyes of sleeping Evie."Ahh yes," Matthew said with a start. "This is Evie, your grand-daughter Mum and my daughter." There was a silence in the room as everyone turned to face Matthew and then the baby."What? You got a fifteen year old pregnant?" Lynn barked. "And you aren't even married." We aren't. But the old saying comes to mind, “Wish in one hand, spit in the other, and see which one fills up the quickest.”“So, how are things going with you and Jeff?” I asked Mandy one evening. I was sitting in the living room and working on my second stiff drink.She beamed all over, “Wonderful ... perfect. He’s a dream come true. I’m in love with him, Mom.”I swallowed hard, “He’s going to be going off to college soon. Have you thought about that?”My daughter looked right at me and answered without. Gradually, images crowded past her boredom, casting aside her discomfort, replacing it with the welcome distraction of the memory of my touching her breasts. An uncontrolled shiver up her spine, as her nipples hardened at this welcomed recollection. A smile of remembered satisfaction curled at the edges of her mouth, as she drew a fingertip across the lingering bead of sweat that hung suspended on the inside of her right breast. The meaty part of her thumb grazed the taut nugget of an extended.