Tom answered the door and invited Mallory inside. Mallory clothed in a short black skirt and purple top that she wore to the office earlier today. She...had painted her nails purple for the occasion, something she rarely bothered to do, and Tom couldn't believe that she was even sexy than before.Tom wrapped an arm around her waist as she turned to look into his eyes. “I'm glad I'm here with you,” Mallory said.“Me too, how long do you have? You're not going to be in trouble for this are you?” Tom. There wasn't enough light coming in the windows to really see what was going on but she could see enough and hear even more. Besides, it also meant that the two lovers couldn't see her either.Laying on her side she could let her left hand rub the hard points that had formed underneath her nightshirt. It was already hot underneath the covers and growing hotter by the minute but Trixie knew it would muffle any sounds that she might make. Trixie didn't wear panties to bed, she rarely did unless. Hands have a way of wandering, and mine gradually find the thin side straps of your panties, and as I slide my thumbs through them, your knees part slightly, and I slowly lower the thin blackness from your rear, and uncover the brown thatch of curls between your pale legs. The panties join the collection of clothing on the floor, and still you stand motionless before me.Returning my hands to your lower spine and buttocks, I stroke you more firmly with my fingertips, another shiver flowing. She had, of course, explained sex to her daughter, but with a minimum of detail. Once she had started having her periods, there was no reason to keep the child in the dark. All that blood would have only upset her if she hadn't been explained to.Not that Amy had any illusions left in that respect. What parents forgot to mention, children always picked up at school from their friends. Children picked up stuff like that as though their brains were magnets.She stood up with a sigh, pulled her gown.