Missy slid up beside me and covered my mouth with hers as Anna disappeared again. I was in awe of what had happened and couldn't stop kissing her and ...icking myself from her face. She broke the kiss, smiled at me and said "pussy tastes so much better than cock, doesn't it?" I smiled back and pulled her mouth to mine' We were both startled when we heard Anna say gruffly, "who said you could kiss my sweetie?" but were pleasantly surprised to see her smiling down at us. She was wearing a strapon. I got up and went to her. I wasn't mad at her. She wasn't responsible for the way my parents had treated me.I held her in my arms and through her tears she was finally able to say, "I didn't know! How could I not know! Oh god! Lindsey! I'm so sorry!"Then she broke down completely. I held her tight and fought back my own tears. I responded, "Don't cry, Laura. I'm not upset with you. You and I have always been close. I love you. It wasn't anything that you did."She sobbed and exclaimed through. She squirmed on the bed, spreading her thighs, showing off that shaved snatch of hers.My husband stood stiff. He looked a freight train was barreling down on him, frozen in fright. I stroked his chest. He looked at me, panic in his eyes. It wanted to giggle at him. He was a little freaked out by it.“Unwrap your birthday gift,” I told him. “Enjoy her. Don’t be scared. I’m not mad. I’ve had sex with her, too.”“Mmm, Mommy has a yummy pussy.”“Jesus,” my husband said and then he moved forward. He. I said, i will teach her dancing and asked if i can hold her waist. First she hesitated. Later she agreed. i caught hold of her waist and one hand holding her hand. Like a French/English dance. Her body was touching mine. And her boobs were touching and pressing against my chest.I slowly started pressing her body more and more. And slowly started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes. This was a good positive sign for me. i slowly moved my right hand on her boobs and started pressing it. i.