I lost my coolness and slapped her. My stepmom who too loved me a lot than her own daughter saw all of this and she too argued with me. Deep in her he...rt she cares more her own daughter than me. That day i realise what the love of mom and i missed my own mom too. My father married to her when i was 3 years old and my stepsister is 5 years younger than me.That day she shouted on me too much and argument started, she hit me thrice. After that i didn’t utter a word. I still respect her at that. We both laughed. The whiskey was helping our attitudes with the women we were familiar with. We set the table in the dining room. It hasn’t been set in over a year and a half. That’s when Charlene and I started addressing the trouble in our marriage. No more dinners with our friends happened after that. As Carl and I sat down, the mother and daughter started placing the dinner on the table. Dot brought out, as I call it, a fancy-schmancy salad with walnuts, cranberries, feta and other stuff.. I love the little puckers into which the elastic at the waist and legs draws the plastic of my panties, it's delightful. I draw my fingers into and down the little folds, stretching and smoothing them out and watching entranced as they immediately pucker up again with the passing of my fingers. I stretch and release the panties, marvelling at their smooth milky texture, teasing my nose and lips and cheeks with the yielding plastic fabric. I inhale the lovely smell, always rose scented and no. "When you had our first children, the twins were probably having their first grand children. And they will have been multiplying at an increasing rate ever since."David could see Beckie's eyes grow wide as she realised the point he was making. She showed that her mental arithmetic was just as good as his by quickly rattling off the possible numbers."Oh Lord, there could be four or five hundred of them by now! So many, so very, very many," she said."One of the things I've never really talked to.