“Watching you fuck him was amazing, it was so erotic,” she said, “l’m still not sure about this man who has been fucking you, he sounds like a... pervert.”“He’s really nice Mum,” l said, “he’s never forced me to do anything.”“But you’re so young David.”“Old enough to fuck your arse Mum,” l smiled.“Stop it,” she giggled, play punching my chest.When we went downstairs Mum said she was hungry. She made a meal of pasta while Dad and l sat at the table watching her. She had put on an apron to stop. Some watercolor. They fin'lly let me take a fine arts course. Yew know 'bout all this?" Yeah, a little." She looked me over again, and I looked at her. She'd changed. Still offbeat, but more womanly. Or was I reading that into her? She had dark jewels in her eyes, like Ronnie's but brown and smaller, and a soft puff to her lips. Martha. What else might lurk within her that was like them, that with a little patience might emerge, might flower? She no longer averted her glances skittishly as she. I slowly pulled her slacks off, leting the fabric tickle her long legs, then kissed and massaged her feet. Moving slowly up to blouse, unbuttoning it and allow it to fall graceful to the floor, I stood her up and stared at her body, taking in the sight of her, and kissed her belly and guided her ti my bedroom. I pulled the cover back and as I did that she wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing my spine and playing with my fully hard dick. I turned around and took her tongue into my. We all did what people usually do in elevators: stare at the numbers of the floors as they go down. But I did sneak a quick glance at the door. Tanya looked gorgeous, of course, in the off-white gown that was an odd but perfect match with her golden hair. In her high heels, she appeared to tower over Cammie, who was about four inches shorter anyway, and whose shoes added only an inch to her height. But Cammie was no less beautiful in the dark blue off-the-shoulder gown that she had chosen. The.