Panties, top right drawer. Sweater and skirtsets, bottom middle drawer. I ran a brush through my hair, applieda little lip gloss, and was ready to fac... the day.I was in the kitchen, pouring coffee for Lance and me, when Iheard Alexis coming down the stairs. "Good morning, merrysunshine," I called. "Oh Mom," she said with a slight tone of exasperation. "Do youstill have to call me than? I'm going to be nine years oldtomorrow." Sorry, honey," I said. "Old habits die hard, you know. And evenwhen. I just want to ask him one question, to do to him what you taught me, to give him one opportunity to be treated like a human being and have a simple conversation. I want to do this for her, to help her understand her mother." He caressed her hand gently. "You, of all people, should know what it's like to not know if your own parent likes you. I'm sure you've got questions about your father. Well, she has questions too."Tricia was silent for several seconds, and Joey just held her hand in his. It was a lovely sight, two soft, plump lips covered with a light dusting of what looked like freshly shaved hair – this only added to the sensual image in front of me. Michelle made no attempt to cover herself and actually open her legs even wider, giving me a wonderful view of her pussy. This put me at a complete disadvantage, as I now had a raging hard on and was desperately trying to conceal the fact. Michelle was taking great pleasure in showing herself to me but making no attempt to make a. . slides her leg inbetween mine.. oh... my...She's still completely in control of course, but... sometimes vanilla isnice. Sometimes vanilla is intense... but eventually I need to surface forair. She smiles, almost triumphant as she pulls back and lets me up,breathless and flushed."I see I don't have to whip you to take control?" No Mistress Thorne," I say blushing."J.. just being err.. you seems towork well enough.."I get another laugh, a nice one I think."Oh Angel, you are a.