Please." I said it carefully. She wanted me to beg. But she hated it when I whined or wheedled.She nodded slightly. She waved her hand to signal that ... that I could sit. I kneeled at her feet. She reached over and stroked my head and my face. I could feel myself flushing. It was the first time she'd touched me in days. When it was clear I had her permission, I nuzzled her hand and kissed the palm. "Thank you," I whispered.***Had it really only been six months since everything changed between. Her lips part slightly when I revel her pussy. I look at her cunt and smile. Completely shaved and smooth, pink, wet and her clit already starting to poke out from its hood. "You're beautiful." I say softly. I hear her moan again as I press the tip of my index finger to her clit. I start to rub small circles and her moans increase. I lower my head, replacing my finger with my tongue and am rewarded with a gasp from Selene. I lick her slit slowly, occasionally dipping between her pink folds til. I talked to him as if he was going to do it in thefuture:- Darling, you need to learn this. Mom can't be with you every day therest of your life.Then I let him have his own varnish and nail polish remover in his room.I have bought him some new bottles of different red and pink colours justfor him. And there is a shiny colourless polish among them meant forschool. All the bottles were wrapped in cute paper from the perfumery.I usually spray the paper with perfume from the different test. “Are you always this direct with what you want?”I think I understood where this was going. It wasn’t enough for me to have the proper offering for her to enjoy, I had to want this enough to take it if need be. I could be direct, but to me there was a distinct line between being direct and simply taking what I wanted. My girls enjoyed it when I was direct with them. Katrina enjoyed it when I simply took of her what I wanted. To me, the distinction lies in the words I use. Asking to do something.