Uski t-shirt mai se uski bra strips saaf saaf dekhai de rahi thi.Sanju mere pass aakar baith gyi aur boli ki aaj toh time pass hi nhi hoo rahaMai bola... ki koi baat nhi anadar aaja mere bhi tp nhi hoo raha aur phir hum dono idhar udhar ki baate karne lag gye.Wo mere side mai hi baithe thi…Pure legs cover karke. Meri nazar baar baar use boobs pe jaa rhi thi kyuki use thode thode boobs dikhai de rahe the…Mai uska skirt dhere dhere chupke chupke uupar kar rrha tha tha…Muje uski panty dekhne thi. Sean had obviously subsisted on a diet rich in pizza, diet coke, and ice cream. About a dozen men’s magazines lay strewn around the coffee and end tables near the sofa along with a small number of porno DVDs.“Sean,” Edie started, “you need our help.”“My dad sent you, huh?”“Yep, by way of a friend. He doesn’t know what to do, but we think we do. Do you want to change to be someone other than who you are?” She gestured around the room.“I do. I just don’t want to do it on my father’s terms. So,. Truthfully I kind of liked the idea of having her in my bed even if society thinks it is wrong. I was going to have a talk with her in the morning.I awoke about eight in the morning and again smelled coffee. Staggering out to the kitchen I found Kim watching cartoons on the kitchen TV. She turned to me saying "Gee dad I thought you'd never wake up. How about some breakfast?" I replied "Yeah, that would be great but we need to talk." She said "So go ahead and talk." I continued the conversation. At the end of the day, often after she spent a few hours actually working, I would give my mother another titty massage. There was no pretense. She would button her blouse, unhook her bra—she was wearing front-clasping bras these days for ease of access—and her breasts would spill out. I would grin at her and play with those tits.I would knead them, caress them. I would get her to squirm. She would moan and gasp. She would make such sweet sounds as I loved every inch of my mother's tits. After.