"Come over," she'd said to me. She spoke only quick, monotonous words, but the way she said them was utterly revealing of her true intent. "We'll have... mangos."You see, on our first date in steamy July, we went to a restaurant near the shore. We didn't eat much, awaiting only our dessert. She'd asked me what I wanted and I'd looked at the menu. The first thing that caught my eye was the word `mango,' which is my favorite fruit and as I would later learn, hers as well. Mangos became a tradition. It was clear to her Freja was less than excited about going first. “Are you sure you don’t want to go first, Gabriel, I mean you are my guest and I would love to watch as you ravage by bitch.” Freja offered with all sincerity. “No, I’d really do think I’d like to watch you in action. Besides watching the two of you will give me ideas on what I can do when it’s my turn. Please, just do what you normally do and pretend like I’m not here.” Gabriel insisted. “Alright, I’ll warm her up for you.”. "Dave are you still recording?" Clicking back out of the sight I went to the door and opened it a crack to look at her. Her clear blue eyes peered up at me, and then she looked concerned. Are you feeling ok? your kind of flushed." I, I'm just excited with my new project." I stuttered. "Mom found me some rare books to restore." I looked back at the stack in distraction. I could smell her rose scented shampoo drifting in the door. Looking back at her I could see her eyes flashing over my books,. " Their routine had become an intimate session where they, besides the main massage event shave their legs, fixed their eyebrows, like a private beauty saloon. Everything happened in small steps, like they became more nude and more intimate each evening. "It's is enough for today, can you help me with the lotion to honey?" It was maybe here that their mother-daughter intimate moment stepped over the line each evening. A few days ago when Gina ago had asked Tanya to apply lotion to her back.