She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid them down, but not so quick that I didn’t catch a glimpse of a dark patch of hair between her legs... before the skirt came back down. By this time, my head was reeling. This sudden outburst by mom, the physical sensations of her tits against my back, the quick glimpse of what I knew to be her pussy, and the realization and embarrassment that I didn’t mind the bra on me… I kind of liked it.As all this was trying to process in my head, I saw that. She agreed only because she needed some money for her car since she was fifteen and turning sixteen in a month mr and mrs martins were going on an anniversary trip to the bahamas they said only needed to babysit from two to ten their grandparents were babysitting them in the morning and she would arrive and babysit them until they went to bed but the part that caught her ear was that they would pay fifty dollars a day she quickly agreed and said she would be there at one thirty just giving her. To an outsider they were all very different yet had some similar attributes that made them generally argue about everyday occurrences.The two women as mentioned had grown close as Veronica entered teenage hood and eventually they bonded as a mother a daughter would do over typical things like make-up, gossip, dating and sex. As the years went by they would appear more like two long lost sisters than mother & daughter. Anita was always quite cheeky with her c***dren and could always find a way. Something you can't describe... and we both noticed... just a "presence" about her. She is very friendly and borders on flirtatious, obviously attracting that little bit extra in tips each night.She turns to you saying "what would you like, sweetie?" You smile and ask what she recommends. She gives you three choices of her favorite drinks... including a house wine, a beer the restaurant brews themselves, and a mixed drink which the waitress calls "her most favorite of all time." What the heck,.