“Like I said, his certainty comes from experimental proof, but as physics has shown, there are always things beyond our understanding.”“We under...stand the details,” I thought out loud. “Words. Meanings. Descriptions. Always material things. The building and working a machine. A blade of grass. Even atoms and molecules. Things we can sense. See at the subatomic level. Watch work. As if the biological, the natural was just another sort of machine. Witnessing differentiation and causation in DNA.. Mom looks absolutely stunning, in a black shimmery dress, that hugs her curves all the way down to her ankles. She is wearing matching high heels, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from the low V-cut of her dress, that shows her cleavage nicely. She does a little spin when she sees us looking, spreading her arms out and smiling. It’s also a backless dress."You like?" She asks, with a small sparkle in her eyes. "Summer helped me pick it out."My throat is dry, and I can’t get any words out.. Suddenly something makes me lookup from my glass, at first I cant see anything through the gloom. Then I notice her, standing in the doorway – a silhouette slowing gaining form as she moves closer to me. She is wearing a mid length dress, black, cut very low at the front and even lower at the back, knee-high leather boots and long black gloves. She says nothing, and continues to walk slowly towards me, and as she does the dress, so sheer, clings to her every move and I can tell that she is not. She looked down at my fingers, watching me touch myself, enjoying my responses as I enjoyed hers.Her head jumped back, her pretty hair cascading odd her shoulders. "Oh, oh yes," she was just rhythmically saying words now, growing louder. I noticed a red coloring in her skin. Her vagina began to glisten slightly as lube dribbled out of her beneath the vibrator. She suddenly reared back, loud for a second, then seeming to hold her breath in a sustained push into her hips.She looked down at the.