I am Joanna’s mother, Rachel,’ she laughs. ‘And, obviously, you have just come from my daughter’s bed!’ ‘Ah…Er, you see…’ ‘Strange... Joanna never mentioned you had a speech impediment,’ and again she surprises me with her deep, throaty laugh. ‘So, aren’t you going to offer me some of that orange juice?’ She walks to the cabinet, removes two glasses, and places them in front of me as she seats herself opposite me. I pour. What else can I do? ‘Well, Mrs. Combs . . .’ ‘Please, call me. Standing back up straight the needle sharp jets of water beat against my face, and using the pads of my fingertips I soaped my face, thinking nothing of the slight chill of cooler air on my body. Continuing to soap my body I caught my reflection in the mirror tiles and couldn’t resist admiring myself, the hair on my chest looked a little thin as the week before after one drunken session when I’d fallen asleep Jane had used her shaver on me, especially around my nipples and had left just a thin. She brought one hand to her tits and started to tease her nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching as she used two fingers to massage her clitoris. The feeling was intense and she begins to move her hips in motion to meet the pressure of her fingers against her clit. Her breathing became ragged and quickened as she started to moan.She moved her fingers down her slit again feeling juices anew dripping from her tight little hole. She rubbed up and down her wet pussy, her hips rising to meet her. She. I smiled, I slowly eased under the covers and pressed my butt against his soft cock. I opened my mouth in silent pleasure. I gently picked up his arm and wrapped it around me, pressing his hand softly into my breast. I sighed gently and fell into a half awake, half asleep daze. Suddenly I felt daddy's hand on my breast, kneading it, softly pulling on my nipple. I moaned softly as he pulled me closer. He whispered against my hair as he did, "Oh Sally, you naughty woman." I shivered under his.