Her nipples were just out of sight beneath the black material of her dress and I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra."Stop it," she said again with ju...t a touch of steel in her voice.I didn't stop but hooked the material out of the way to exposed one perfect nipple; I fasten my mouth on it and started to suck."Oh no stop," she groaned, but the steel had totally gone from her voice.I reached around her and found the zip at the back of her dress and pulled it all the way down. The dress almost. But she made up for that with so much damn enthusiasm! I actually saw tears leaking from her eyes, which I think was due to her struggle and determination. How could that not arouse me? It kind of reminds me of Mom a while back. Nowadays, Mom has cocksucking passion AND a lot of skill. She's getting better by the day, and it makes me wonder just how awesome she can still get. But in the beginning she didn't know what she was doing and it was all passion. Even that was pretty damn great in its. "You guys OK with that?"My spouse hugged her."You bet, Julie."On this particular Saturday, Stephanie was over and the two girls had done some work on papers they said they had to finish before the Thanksgiving break. Lee and I had done everything we needed to do that Saturday morning--the usual things everyone seems to be stuck with and that never seem to get done during the week.The upshot was that we'd all ended up at the pool late in the afternoon. Nothing much was going on, on the surface,. I think I'll wait until I get home and can file them. Cutting leaves ragged edges."He then took a good second look at his and agreed that maybe we ALL should file them instead of hacking them off so short and put the clippers away.When my Mom caught me sitting in a chair watching Oprah and filing my nails, she couldn't help but giggle. "Well, Danny, when did you decide to stop hacking them back to the quick?" Just today Mom. The three of us just decided we might like taking a different approach.