Do you play with it?” She fluffed it with her fingers. Then she pulled the bikini bottoms out from under June’s tight ass and put them on the seat...“So what would you prefer?” she asked, “a good spanking, or helping me show Mark how to pet a pussy?”“Don’t you dare!” rasped June again. “Honestly I never knew such a bad daughter, in all my life.”“Okay well let’s have a look.” Lara took hold of June’s dainty ankles and opened her legs. She straddled one, so her mother couldn’t close them again. She. McNamara, why don't you stay and have some with us?" Oh, I just thought..." I'd like to get to know you better, too. Gee, it's not hard to tell you are mother and daughter. Hmmm. Sisters would be a good guess, too." The mother swatted his arm playfully, and there was no way she was leaving after that."Trish, I heard about this Fall Mixer dance. Would you go to that with me?" Me!? But... but you had all those cheerleader types around you at school, and I thought..." Nah. They all seemed to have. I channeled a really calm and sympathetic voice, and softly said:“Becky, I love you, and I'm here for you if want to talk to me” I patted her back and went to the other side of the bed and laid down. I looked at the clock, it was 6:20, and then I looked up at the celling and watched the fan spin. I did this for a little over an hour, until about seven thirty, and then I noticed Becky had stopped crying. I pulled the covers over her and assumed she was asleep, then went back to watching the. We've played mixed doubles a couple of times and she coaches a woman's softball team," I said, pausing to see Cindy watching me, still suspicious."I've been to some of their practices and met some of the players," I added, not disclosing my role as a babysitter for Karen's six-year-old son or her offer to introduce me to some of the single players or show me her bare ass."Who's Barbara?" Cindy asked again. I think she could see where this was heading.I took a long lung-filling breath. "She's.