Thoughts began to flow into my mind. I was happy that my daughter found me attractive at this age, but at the same time, I was also feeling guilty tha...t this should not happen between a daughter and a mother.I would have licked her pussy if she was any other girl, but she was my daughter. I wanted to stop it. But I didn’t have the strength to do so. I fought with my senses and finally managed to utter these words, “Malar, what are you doing?”She was terrified and withdrew her hand in a fraction. The car rocked back and forth as the train made it's way from the far north side on it's way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Laura kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with the motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Yves St. Laurant starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the. The same chemistry from 29 years ago happened. This isn't a problem, is it?"Not at all, Kev. I have some questions to ask you, but now isn't the time. See you tonight at rehearsal." Bye," Kevin said."Bye, Mom," Amy ended.Amy looked over at me and remarked, "Was that weird, or what?" I'm happy for them. It's like a romance movie, meeting very young, but going their own ways. Then, reconnecting after so long apart. Are you OK with it?" I asked her."I think so, she needs to be loved, and it sounds. Too long a time playing with “fire” and one day I was going to get burned . . . er, fucked by a man. The basement was doing great and we were getting a lot of people coming in. It had remained as I designed for a long time. Some of the bois were bitching and moaning that from time to time they wanted a male cock up their asses. I, understanding that I could not refuse set some rules. The bois doing the work of “fuckers” had to be the ones we already know and that have been here with us since.