"No, stay mom. This is your room. We'll try not to bother you." As she talked, Gina sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra, and then looked to her mom. ...The older woman glanced at her wanton daughter, and then looked back to the TV, unconcerned.I think it was about this point I figured, what the hell, and went with it. I pulled Gina back down, liking the way she squealed as I did so, and returned the kiss she'd given me a bit ago. As our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, I allowed my hands. "She shivered when he kissed her and she tried to pull away but he had his fingers wound so tightly into her hair that she couldn't move. "If I do... do this how do I know you still won't give them to my husband or come back for more?"He let her hair go and stepped back. "Because I fucking told you I would, that's how and you're going to just have to trust me. Now I think it would be nice if you fixed us both a little lunch like we're civilized people. Go on and fix a sandwich and get a nice. She looked at it curiously. "I've never seen anyone else's before." "Never?" "No." "Well," I said, taking hold of her hand and placing it over my breast, "take a closer look." She squeezed gently and tickled my nip. Then she looked up at me, "Is this right?" I kissed her and slipped the straps of my shirt off my shoulders, "Anything is right, baby, as long as you like it." She reached around me and unlatched my bra. Her eyes flicked between my eyes and my other breast. She lowered her head and. ..” Almost sobbing in anticipation of what was to come.I got off the bed and slid her down so that her lower body was resting on the edge of it, and I took a last lingering, lustful look at her knicker clad region, before removing that erotic undergarment, leaving the stockings and suspender belt in place. She pulled the pillow down to put under her head for comfort and I knelt on the floor, parting her legs and putting them over my shoulders.I was ready to pay homage to her hallowed spot,.