When done it meant that Mom was looking right as her daughter’s pussy. I asked if she had ever, and no was the answer. I smile and told her we are a...bout to correct that shortcoming.I then asked Sara to play with her tits and show Jen what she had and the look in her eyes was priceless. I could tell I had Sara right where I wanted her and that submission was going to be easy for her. I asked her if she had ever told her daughter about her need for sex and had she shared her sexual history with. This was amateur theater. You didn't get paid. Everyone volunteered. It was a lot of fun, though, and you sometimes even got to work with people who really had talent.I drove downtown to the theater one evening. It was a small theater, an old bank building, I think. It was square and built of tan brick, with white globe lights on either side of the entrance. The sign for the production hadn't been painted yet. When it was ready, the sign would stand on the front porch.The front porch lights. After a few minutes I whisper in your ear again, ‘Well, are you ready for your birthday massage, honey?’ You smile and answer excitedly, ‘I’ve been wanting that all evening!’ I smile back, ‘Allow me to help you undress, then.’ As you unbutton your shirt and remove your bra in one fluid movement, I unzip your jeans and slide them down your beautiful legs, then pull your silk panties off slowly with my teeth. I kiss your thighs, and gently lay you down on the soft sheep wool rug and roll you onto. Returning to the campsite area, I indicated an open-sided, roofed structure that resembled a picnic shelter. "The shower shack. The water is heated primarily by solar power." Marcy looked impressed."Putting green, petanque court, basketball court, volleyball courts," I showed them."What's 'petanque'?" Melissa wanted to know."It's sort of like English lawn bowling, or Italian bocce," I explained.On the other side of a three-rail fence stood a large barn in a large field. Four tall, furry.