I sit at the table, waiting for her to come down, so I can see her again. An hour passes and lunchtime arrives, I leave her cold coffee on the table a...nd walk back to the bedroom. She lays there, still sleeping peacefully, barely moving. I smile and cuddle against her again, my hands sliding around and caressing her breats softly, pinching her nipples lightly. I kiss her neck roughly as I pull her nipples harder, my other hand has slid down and has begun to rub her clit. I sniff her hair and. ” So off I went, sure enough it had run out of charge. The scooter breaks down into several easy to handle pieces. I separated the battery and hauled it down a flight of steps to the car, then a repeat with the seat, SOMS kicked in and I picked up the main body with the motor (40kg) and carried it to the car, wife going crook at me for being a bloody fool. Driving home I felt a tightness in the chest so I headed for ER. Another gabby, only an infarction but still serious. Over the next four. Jane looked at me and grinned, her eyes bright. She was loving this moment.We settled between Doris’s thighs and I kissed Jane deeply. She grinned at me and then the two of us descended on the defenseless pussy before us. We licked up and down her outer lips, mindless of the fur covering and I showed Jane how to use the pubic hair to gently pull her lips apart so we could get to the tender center. We traced her inner lips and Doris went wild, shaking and moaning, her head thrown back as we ate. She’s identical to you - and me.”I suggested, “Ask the photographer’s wife if she will follow y’all back to the dressing room and take some photos of you comparing breasts.”I was half-ass kidding, but Sherry went with Cami to meet the photographer and his wife. They turned and motioned for Cami’s Mom to join them. When her Mom stood, she looked my way and smiled. She looks just like Sherry, and Cami.They came back without the photographer’s wife, but Cami’s Mom was with them. I was still.