”“You sound smugly confident.”“Just the facts.”She turned to me, “Gonna gussy the ‘34?”“Yes,” I said, “and you, sweet sister, ge...t to help me sand this down to primer.”“What?!?” she said, “Me? Surely you’re joking.”“Nope ... you’re paying for tyres.”“OH!” “Okay.”“Wanna check out the garage? Daddy wouldn’t let me play in there.”In the end, they discovered Daddy had wrenches, a portable 155 cfm air compressor, all sorts of air powered sanders, grinders, and rachet wrenches. There was lots of hose. "This is getting a little too strange. I'm gonna go and put something on . . ." No!" Kayla responded immediately, putting her hand on her mother's arm as if to keep her from getting off the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I've just never seen . . . this much of you before and you're super hot! Dad's a really lucky guy!"Cassie blushed happily and not just because of the earnest praise. This was exactly the kind of reaction that she had been hoping. ..”, actions in [... ]H: God, she’s so beautiful like that. Lying there with her eyes closed and her breasts moving in rhythm with her sighs and whimpers. I’d love to catch a stand-up nipple in my mouth and bite it the way she likes but I can’t interfere with her pleasure right now.W: Mmmm, I love this. My husband does too. Look at him stroking his meat as he looks at me. I wish he’d nip on my nipples. I don’t know why he just watches. Ohhh, my crotch is hot and the pleasure is growing!H: It. “Would you like to?” She asked smilingThere was only one answer. “Yes please,” I whispered.“On your knees,” she orderedI slid off the sofa and sunk to my knees between her legs, as she parted her thighs. My eyes gazed at the growing wet spot on her red panties. Looking up at her for permission, I tentatively leant my head forward as my nose grazed her dampness. I inhaled deeply, her scent filling my senses, and then I kissed her softly, the tang of her on my lips.“Panties off.” She barked.