I loved the manner we had developed of working and having sex four or five times a week. It was uninhibited and wild, with the introduction of multipl... toys, fantasies, and sexy dress resulting in huge orgasms and lots of naked body contact. One Sunday afternoon, we were reading the paper relaxing. I glanced up from my reading and looked at Madeline sitting in a long white negligee at a table in the alcove framed by the sun coming in through the windows. While it made me smile with the humor. I slowly went near her and examined carefully so that I shouldn’t be caught by my mother but to my bad luck as soon as I tried to lift her saree she got up and shouted you bastard and kicked me with her leg I fell down on the floor and got hurted. I am not brave enough to directly see into her eyes and predicted like I am completely changed man with that kick. I used to move freely and acted as if nothing has happened. I became very effectionate to my mother, in the mean while years passed away. How do you say..hands on approach?” Her hands sliding up Frankie’s buckled boots running across the stitches on her legs. Frankie blushes more and simply nodding, agreeing to the touching and closed her eyes biting her lip, and gently chewing on it. Her body starting to build with static at the amazing touch. Abbey only smiled a little bit and slid her freezing hand up under her skirt feeling that Frankie was wearing lacy panties and pulling her skirt completely down admiring the cobweb texture. I cupped it, and with closed eyes she smiled. I removed her T-Shirt and she removed mine, she was now sitting on my lap with her red bra (Amante makes sexy bras) on. She asked me ‘do you know how a kiss feels like?’ She did not give me time to answer. The next thing I know is I was shivering and my lips were melting, the touch, the feel, the love, the tease. It was killing me, yet my energy was increasing. She bit my lips, pulled it out. And my naughty boy inside my pants started dancing with.