Slowly she slid her hands along the slender silky columns toward the pubescent cunt.The prelude to contact with the girl’s sex had two purposes. Fir...st was it gave Kim an opportunity to resist—to say no to the incredibly intimate contact. Secondly it prepared the tween for the older woman’s fingers invading her most private place.Jan’s gentle hands sliding up her legs had another affect on the nervous tween. It felt like the overture to a symphony or maybe the orchestra warming up. Sweet sweet. My wife must have seen me looking at him, as his framed filled the bathroom doorway because she slapped me."Not yet you little slut, I haven't done your makeup or your hair yet." All I could do was smile like a little tramp.My wife sat me on the toilet bowl and pushed back my head , she pulled my hair into little pig tails, and started painting my face, It felt so sexy, I can't describe it.On my lips she put cheap, pink, lip balm, the kind a thirteen year old girl would wear. On top of it, she. What's your excuse?" The nurse! The nurse changes me into my swim trunks." Oh, pish! I changed your diapers, young man! I..." Mom!" David fairly squeaked causing Melanie to giggle."I'll do the diaper duty. David and I have discovered a way to change his trunks so that I see no more of him than he sees of me," she deadpanned."All right then, what are we waiting for? David, your old momma flew all the way from the frozen valley of your home to see her son..." Okay, okay! We'll do it," David. She's young, she's stunningly pretty, confident and her dress appears to hide a perfect body."Come in," I say, rather unnecessarily, and she strides into the room as if it's her room reservation and not mine. I point to the envelope and she slips it into her purse, clearly having assessed me as an honourable man.Stepping over to me, she takes control, one of my garments to one of hers. My shirt, her dress – you get the picture. At the point when she drops her knickers, I let out a gasp; oh.