She was perhaps thirty summers old, and living in the humid atmosphere of the bath house had kept her skin soft and supple. Her hair was black as nigh... and hung to her bottom. She was naked, but that didn't seem odd. Everyone in the baths was naked. She examined Loni with a critical eye. "I've talked with your mother. You may be a difficult case" she said. Loni didn't understand, but the first thing she had learned in the baths was not to ask questions. Girls who caused trouble in the baths got. I place it on the floor. A soft bed is not ideal for a massage. I need to be able to go around on all sides of your body. When I finish with the blanket I look up and you are sitting on the bed with only your garter belt and stockings left to remove."Stand up," I ask. You do. I drink in your overt sexuality. "Turn around, please." Again you do as I ask. I swell with excitement. Your ass framed by the garter belt, your blonde pussy perched just above the top of the black stockings ... I can. When it came to anything beyond that, we almost had our own coded language that was equal parts verbal and conveyed with a glance.We could eat dinner at the table like regular siblings. We could joke around with Mom and with our friends. We could even just sit around and watch TV without things feeling weird.In the daylight we really didn’t discuss what our relationship was like when no one was around. It was like THAT would be weird.Mom didn’t seem to notice anything. If she did, she showed no. ‘MmmHmm, Daddy! Do me, do me, do me! – He’s gonna fuck mypussy doggie-style, slap my ass and make me call him…Daddy!’“Dear Dad,gasps!Oh my god, Dad! If you could see, how you’ve just made meblush!!You’re BAD! giggles (runs in the male genes of thisfamily, I guess.) winkbites bottom lip and grinsThe thought is naughty and exciting though, don’chyathink?body blushes all over!!And at ‘your’ age you look better than most the men,.