Breaking away from my thoughts, I returned to the ‘here and now’, my scrutiny of Debbie’s bottom, poised just inches from my face, continued. I ...as enjoying the view of this sumptuous part of her anatomy whilst simultaneously recharging this image to my memory for the fantasies I would doubtless have about this captivating woman before our next meeting, assuming there was to be one. During her previous visits, Debbie had divulged to me that she had never considered herself a particularly sexual. At least I'd have someone to talk to while I did my laundry. College was going good, and I had lots of stuff to tell Mom & Dad about.I used my key to let myself in and carried the first load of laundry into the laundry room off the kitchen. The house was pretty quiet and so I took a minute to drink some milk (from the jug, sorry Mom) before I went and threw the first load in the machine. That done, I decided to head up to my old room and grab a few things before I went looking for Dad (who was. Funnily enough my 29 year old mum looked more like a 14 year old schoolgirl than I did, dressed in the shortest skirt imaginable, tight white panties, long socks and a white shirt knotted under the bust.As a real 14 year old school girl, I wanted to be much more sophisticated in a laced up satin bodice, shiny leather trousers and fucking huge Feeldoe poking out through the fly.We fucked like lesbian lovers every day at 5 o'clock for the watching cameras, until on day six two Korean male sexbots. It was not like my brother could give her away; I was there to help and only help. If she stayed around I would be an anchor for her and my nieces, until she married again. Damn that would be hard to take, Mali marrying a man who was not my twin brother. Well when she did it would be my job to make sure his daughters never forgot about him and what a wonderful father her was.For now, the girls were given their own rooms as was their mother. Actually they were given the entire house and I got my.