She pulled back and we looked at each other. She said; “We are identical except that my hair is shorter.”Dad got up and said, “Jennifer please h...ave a seat.”I sat down and asked, “What’s going on Dad?”“There are things I need to tell you: first your mom did leave us to have more sex; she was, or I should say she is a sex freak. However, she also left because we couldn’t get along; we were always fighting and arguing. So, we were both at fault. I don’t want you to be angry with her, or with me;. Extremely disheartened, I allowed my hands to droop back to my sides but kept my back straight and chin up. Moments later she was in front of me again and this time, she had in her hands, a pair of white cotton gloves with little lace cuffs. She handed them to me and I took them without a word. “I cannot have my girls showing hands in such a terrible state,” she said, not angrily but not gently either. “I had been informed that you were coming so I had these gloves brought in. You will wear. The feeling is wonderful and you start to relax as other hands stroke your body.Hands caress your legs and the sensations leap up and down your sensitised skin, up and down the hands stroke, harder and more insistent now. Your body responds in kind, your vagina lips swell and part, in anticipation; you feel fingers sliding up towards your throbbing cunt and part your legs to allow them access as your juices stream from deep inside you.The mouth on your breast is hungrily sucking it deep, teeth. Mike’s eyes sparkled and his erection throbbed. She patted her bare thighs and beckoned Mike. He bent over and lowered himself on to her, allowing his cock to be gripped between her thighs. She stroked her hand across his firm bum cheeks and briefly down around his balls and cock making him smile. Then she began to strike his bum with her open palm. This went on for some time until I could see this was really hurting and his bum and the top of his thighs were deep red.“Thank you Miss Jenkins, I.