“Hi, my name’s ... er ... Cupid’s Helper. Are you Angelique?” Susan asked in Italian. She nodded. Susan turned back to the woman she’d appro...ached the door with, a look from behind the mask asking her “Is this the right Angelique?” Her companion nodded, and Susan turned back to Angelique. “I’m sorry, I only speak English, Italian, and Klingon, not French. That won’t be a problem, will it?“No, I know English.” Angelique responded in that language. Most of the people of San Finzione spoke at least. Scarlet had settled into being Mommy for the household although in some ways it was as much MILF as Mommy. She cooked, cleaned, and did the laundry while wearing outfits one would expect of the most conservative middle class wife. When chores were done, she'd dress in bustiers and stockings or a bra and panty ensemble. More often than not, the bra would be a quarter cup bra with her nipples fully exposed. All of this was covered by a sheer gown that left nothing to the imagination.As a way of. Her top was down and I could see her breasts. Dad was sucking on a nipple and had a hand between her legs. Mom looked so happy. Then she said, "Don't you want to FUCK !" She said the word "fuck" very loud. And then, mom faced dad with her knees on each side of him. Her hands were trying to get something out of dad's pajama bottoms. That's when I saw dad's thing. It was big and pointing up. Mom boosted herself up and got on top of dad's stiff thing. Then mom said "FUCK me!" She. A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister and Mother arrived home, I was fully made up, perfumed, all my nails painted and with supper ready. If.