“Oh Annie….please call me Isabelle”, said Isabelle putting her hands over Annie’s shoulders and helping her to her feet. “If you wish…Isab...lle,” answered Annie pretending to blush. Annie unwrapped the silk sheet which covered Isabelle’s body. The dressmaker wore a simple cotton flowery dress and nearly nothing underneath. Isabelle had a lovely aerial view of Annie’s small upturned tits as she was on her knees. This happened accidentally on purpose when the straps of her dress had fallen off her. My lover. That's the reality.Noticing my thoughtful expression, my daughter Poornima draws up against me, placing her elbows on my chest and resting her beautiful face on her palms. She nibbles on my nose for a couple of seconds, before dropping her hands to her sides and downing her face into my chest."What are you thinking, Dad?"I kiss her forehead lovingly. The forehead that I had kissed many times as a father - the forehead that now belonged to me, her 'husband.'"If someone had told me. Me: So you liked it?Mom: I don’t want you to piss on me right now. But I didn’t find it gross, okay?Me: No, no, how can I piss on you now? We both will get wet. Maybe another time, if you like it.She laughed. We were still hugging, my cock found its way a bit down, right no her clit. My mom didn’t make any move and enjoyed my cock touching her. I was really horny. We’re both really hot and sweaty with our body contact, but we didn’t part. That’s when I decided to push it up a level.Me: Is it. "She was excusing the delay that she hoped was going to take place, but Jimmy had no reason to know that she had an ulterior motive and her words made sense to him. It was only logical that they maintain secrecy.If she had been going to his brother's room if he had a brother – Jimmy might have been jealous and suspicious. But he only had a sister.And he couldn't be jealous of her and Mom – foolish young man that he was.Holly very quietly closed the door, then got up from her knees and darted.