" She could hardly describe what followed. Those fingers! She let him explore her breasts, feeling them, cupping them, squeezing them. Soon her entire...chest felt aflame. The more he touched her, the more she wanted him. It was all she could do to remain standing.She stepped back and wriggled out of the thong. "And now," she gloated, "you've seen a naked girl in the flesh." She struck the same alluring pose she had in Jack's picture - tits thrust forward, hips leaning to the side, her brown bush. Suzie was giggling and laughing at us. My father had a resigned and embarrassed look. And my mother was red faced and furious.I remember that when our first daughter Alison was born, the nurse looked at her and then said, ‘She looks just like you.’, referring to me. All three of us kids take after Mom, quite strongly. Instead, Marilyn and I looked at our daughter, red faced and crying and yelling up a storm, and then we grinned at each other, and I replied, ‘No, she looks just like my. Pulling off my top and bra and tossing them to the floor, he started kissing down my neck and chest. He took one of my perky nipples into his mouth and sucked, I moaned more, tossing my head back and grinding my hips against his. His one hand played with my other breast while his free hand slipped down and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding into them finding my bare, damp pussy. He started teasing my clit, my moans growing louder and louder, “Ohhh yea… just like that… more!”“Mmmm you like that?” he. " Know about what? You've got me interested, what is it?" she asked quizatively. "Um, have you like noticed when you wake in the mornings, there is crusty stuff on your boobies or a funny taste in your mouth?" I cautiously asked looking her straight in the eyes to judge her reaction. Did she really know, or was she really sound asleep and doing it u*********sly."Do you get that too? I was thinking my nose was running like a water faucet or something."Now, I realized that she was not feigning.