I’m bored. Jessie gets to play hide the bologna with my mom. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Just stare at the TV?” she asked.Emily had a legit...mate question. The real answer of course was that I had requested she come with us because I didn’t want to abandon her. There just wasn’t any place for her to go or anything for her to do other than hang around at the moment. I wanted my daughter to be patient and not be overwhelmed by my choice but I totally understood her point.It wasn’t like me. Your top fully undone, I break our kiss to slide the thin material off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Oh god... You are driving me crazy. Kissing down to your shoulders, my hands make their way down to your hips, tracing their way down to your thighs. Slowly moving my hands back up to cup your bra covered breasts, I'm careful not to brush past the inside of your legs, narrowly avoiding your pussy. I begin kneading your breasts gently, while nibbling on your ear lobe. Mmmm, that. One of you will suggest making a mechanical daughter and you’ll have a nice ‘Ramona the Robot’ running around the house by Christmas,” Otterly said.“Why would we do that?”“I’ve always wanted a little sister.”Alex and Sherry exchanged one of those looks that suggested they were seriously considering the idea. They both looked over at their lab.“It might be a little tough getting one built by Christmas.”“We could have one by Spring break.”“It would be a bit of work.”“We don’t have a mechanical. I tie my own fishing flies, and as luck would have it, I happened to have some peacock feathers I hadn’t used yet. I grabbed one, and slowly and gently started teaching asking her magnificent figure. Across the top of her chest, down her beautiful curves, her tight tummy, across her butt, and the backs of her thighs. I made sure to be extra careful not to touch her breasts or her womanhood, just to make the anticipation that much greater, and the feeling more intense when I did. Next, the ice,.