Meanwhile she undressed her sari and now was standing in her undergarments. she was looking like an angel, sending in alternate hot and cold waves thr...ugh my body. I bent down to take off my jeans and the underwear completely. when I was done with that, I looked up. she was there completely naked. oh shit, I missed it, I thought.I wanted to take off her undergarments myself. but anyways. the full nude view of her body was not letting me think of anything else than just to go on to her and hug. I felt terriblyembarrassed by my invasion of her privacy.That evening when I was sitting next to my mother on the sofa I said,"I'm sorry for barging in on you this morning."My mother laughed, and said, "I was a little embarrassed, you catchingme in my underwear."I must have looked puzzled and she said, "I was embarrassed because thisis one of those things that mom's and daughters share but not mom's andsons!" I don't understand." Moms and their daughters might see each other in their underwear,. It wasn’t.Barbara Jean and Cheyenne were on the couch chatting happily while my ex-husband and my son in law were down on the knees giving the two of them expert pedicures and pampering them while they sipped on mimosas.There were still a few other people in my living room talking and laughing and I came down and cleared my throat – once, twice, three times and finally shouted “Hey everybody, get the hell out of here!” and that cleared out most everyone.Barbara Jean looked up at me as if she. . you're getting all tense again" he said. "Ifsomething wants to move, let it."She moaned "It feels strange. I want to touch... things." That's my job." he said. "How does this feel?"He ran his hands up and over her breasts, making them go in circles. His palms sc****d her nipples and she felt little electric shocks go fromthem to her pussy."Unngggg" she moaned. "Good... that feels good."He kept doing that and then put his fingers on her nipples, squeezingthem and pulling on them. Instinct.