I pulled my tee shirt off and kicked off my shorts from around my ankles and kicked off my shoes. I was now was totally naked in Karens house in front...of her 21 year old daughter with a raging hard on. We stood there kissing and fondling each others bodies for a while. I ran my hand down the front of Kristens thong bikini bottoms and she responded by putting one foot up on a chair giving me full access to her pussy. She was soaking wet and I slowly worked my middle finger into her hot slit. I. I get nothing. When we go out I wear the shortest skirts, showing all of my glory when I bend over, still nothing. He doesn't even tell me how inappropriate it is for me to wear something like that out in public. When ever possible I wear low cut shirts and push up bras to show my cleavage, then I would bounce around him asking him for something in a whinny voice, just so he could see my breast bouncing about. He would just blush sigh and get me what ever it was I was asking for.Danny isn't. I was a bit confused about the wonderful mixture of pain/punishment and arousal/sexual release. And that would start my quest for more and more information about this whole universe my Mommy was bringing me into.When my timeout finished, Mommy came and led me to the changing table. It had a step for me to climb up and set myself on the table for her.I realized she had changed clothes and was now wearing a very suburban mom-from-the-sixties dress with buttons down the front, belted waist, and. Emma wonders what there is about her that arouses her when she sees her, and now from her touch.As Sasha rubs the lotion over Emma, she takes her time, making sure that it relaxes Emma and gives her pleasure. She keeps looking at Emma’s lovely pussy and is pleased to see her short mons is again glistening with her juices. When she finishes, she lifts a warm damp towel and tells Emma, “Let me clean you there a little before you dress.”Emma feels Sasha fingers on her slit through the thin warm.