My head swamwith the feelings of languorous love. Passion was there, but muted anddelicate. Lust barely raised its head above bottom, yet it was sopow...rful emotionally as to stun us both. Soft desire and silk smoothpassion duelled together. Words really cannot describe that firstforbidden embrace of mother and child. It was innocent, almost, yet sointensely erotic. The sounds of muted desire were joined by the wickedsusurration of nylon brushing nylon and the sibilant hiss of satin onsatin.. -------------------------------------Half an hour later, Annie knocked on the door of Marilyn's bed chamberand discreetly entered and waited in the middle of the anti-chamber inthe prescribed maids pose, hands together and one foot in front of theother. Marilyn entered the anti-chamber and motioned to uniformedsissy to go into her bed room.'Annie, Annie, Annie,' wondered Marilyn, 'do all of the sissies inSomalia have such wonderful tongues?'Annie had resumed her pose in Marilyn bedroom. ‘Yeah,’ she admitted, ‘But don’t forget, there’s still all the committees each proposal has to pass, and then the board of directors.’ ‘Yes, the board of directors. Your aunts and uncles. Cousins. Your brother Cal. Your dad’s old college roommate.’ ‘It still has to be a good proposal,’ she sniffed. ‘Are you going to do it yourself, or get professional help?’ ‘I’m thinking that if I can squeeze the money out of the foundation I’ll hire a full- or part-time employee. Something to talk to my dad. It was a comedy, which suited us just fine as it took our minds off the storm that raged outside. We were snuggled on the couch under a blanket, Tara at the one end and I at the other, our legs entwined under the covers. I seemed to remark this position, as we never had done this before and the feel of her soft skin on my bare legs was electrifying. Being late we were both dressed in our pajamas. I was wearing my skimpy cotton P.J.’s with just panties on underneath. As usual Tara was wearing.