She gasped and rocked her hips against her fingers. She dripped onto her sheets and moaned gently into her mother’s ear.Diane looked down, wide-eyed...and saw her daughter pleasing her own pussy. Her own perfect well kept and shaven pussy. The pussy of a naughty girl that wanted to keep it precious for whoever wished to use it next. She began to pant in unison with her daughter. “I’m… I’m your mother. I… love you. I don’t know… Toni…”Once again, Toni kissed her mother, and this time the feeling. I replaced the paper holder on the dispenser, then went back and knelt by my clean floor waiting or Dickie’s return. I was certain he had been gone a lot longer than an hour.I was also sure cleaning a piece of floor the size of the one that I had just done, with just your tongue could not be accomplished in just an hour. But here it was finished, I had messed around quite a bit trying to flush the toilet and now had been kneeling here waiting for what seem like an hour itself. My knees were. Despite this being euphemistically called the cool season, the average daily temperature in Jaipur at this time of year was thirty degrees Celsius. It was no wonder that during the hot season the British would escape to places like ShimlaShortly after our return to Jaipur, Andrea and Charlie were expected. I hired a car and driver to take me the airport to meet them. I was becoming used to the Indian style of driving but thought that I needed to be with them to calm them at the first exposure. I need to see if “you’re mine”. I always struggle to understand the differences between men and women but fundamentally we are the same when all is said and done. We just behave differently for a while before the finale. When a man touches your hand when you’re out, when he makes a joke at your expense, what he’s really saying is “She’s with me” when a woman wants to say, “He’s with me” she just says it. Anyway, back to being yours. I’m looking at you, and I have a half smile.