I would carefully take them from her lingerie stand, noting exactly how they were folded and were they were. I would sit on her bed and gently slide t...em on my naturally hairless legs with a careful pointed toe just as my mother put them on. I learned by watching my her put them on with such finesse and ease. I would wear them and prance in the mirror. I would walk on my tip toe as if I was wearing high heels because my feet were too small to fit in my mother’s heels. The fabric felt so. . you’ll see.” Rachel said as I got to my feet.I walked over to her, and she led me to their room. She opened the door, and pointed at Becky, who was on her bed, completely naked, covered in oil and furiously pounding her own pussy with a small dildo. Her hair was a mess, her pussy looked soaked, and the dildo looked like it was covered in cream. She had obviously had several orgasms with it but it wasn’t enough. Her nipples were erect, and she was using both hands to pound her pussy with the. “That doesn’t look like you.”“It does too! It’s like looking in a mirror.”“It’s not meant to be a photograph,” I said. “There are bound to be some interpretations that are seen differently by different people.”“Don’t be modest,” Sharon said. “If I’d wanted a photograph I’d have hired a photographer. This is what I wanted.”“Well, you’ll know for sure if you come in here and find Ralph beating off in front of it. It’s certainly your tits.”Rebecca had nothing particularly good to say about the. " Miri, look-" began Bob, holding out his hand to touch her shoulder."Don't!" she yelled angrily, roughly knocking his hand away and glaring at her stepfather, "Don't touch me, and don't you dare and try to tell me what I should do with my life! And don't you EVER dare call me that again! You're not-! You're not..." Your Father," Bob finished, his hands dropping limply to his sides, "I know, Miranda. I've never tried to replace Nicholas, not with Vivian, and not with you. And I've never.