Not sure even anadult wants to know that about one of their parents but it is a fact oflife.Also two women in the same kitchen is almost always a reci...e for disasterand I think we have that worked out. We did agree that even though wewere mother and daughter we were both adults and most of these rules werenot in stone, the bedroom issue was, and it is open to change as we sawhow it worked. We also agreed there may be more that could come up and wewould cross those bridges as we came to them. I. ..she whispered. I put my arms around her...so soft and caressing...let's go sit on the love seat in the room I say. She gets up, a bit unsteady from the wine. I carry her to the love seat. We sit down. She has come close to me now...like we were in the movies....I blow in her ear, kiss her on the neck...now I can feel those beautiful smooth soft and perfect legs....I caress them...I kiss them, slowing moving up to her little pink thong panties. are you ok I ask? Maybe we should lie down on the. . . pant .then I released a low groan.As I approached thecrested shore, my legs squeezed together, toes unfurled, eyes squeezed shut, and my heartpounded.I . . . just. . . had . . . to . . .CUM...and finally, I embraced the little death withfireworks and joy. We were quite a sight.Cindy came after me.She used a similar technique to reach herapex.Legs splayed, she slapped hard at her straining pussy like a runaway train.Herbreasts quivered and her eyes rolled back in her head.She. ‘In about five minutes add half of this,’ she handed me a tetra-pack of vegetable stock, ‘give it a good stir, turn the heat down and put the lid on. In the meantime peel some potatoes.’ Yes ma’am. She was not at all like in the shop. I did as I was told. She came back down a few minutes later wearing grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt. I’d never seen her tattoo before. Her right arm was completely covered in a multi-colored something from her wrist right up past her short sleeve. In the shop we.