I kiss her softly over her panties, as she parts her legs. I run my nose along her pussy, the fabric of her panties soft against me. I can smell her ...cent; she wants this as much as I do. She lifts her hips, and I pull her panties off. I move back down to start on something I’ve wanted to do forever. I lap at her pussy lips, tasting her, teasing her, hearing her moan for more. She’s like no one I’ve tasted before, not that I have much to go by but so worth it. My tongue works inside her pink. It was agreed there was to be no kissing …this was not a romantic encounter…this was purely about lust…in both our minds. She wanted to make daddy happy…and started rubbing against me….Instantly…I knew what I had to do take charge…but how…this was very new to me.“Back off Julia” …I insisted…”this is going my way…or no way” (but in truth…what was my way? She mumbled an apology…insisting that she just wanted to please me. “Well pleasing me means doing what I tell you.” (Oh and what might that be. She wore a top and jeans and I was in my short and sleeveless. We went to my room and started studying. Five minutes later my mom came in a saree without a blouse and bra. She covered her breasts with the saree. She asked me how I looked and I said awesome. Priyanka was shocked but said nothing.At that time the milkman came and mom went. I also went to see the milkmans face. My mom only hid her nipples in front of him. She purposely adjusted in front of him. His boner was visible from his. When Martha joined me, she smiled and just stood there in front of the table. I'd forgotten my manners and standing there was her polite way of letting me know it. I quickly rose, hugged her warmly and pulled out her chair for her.Martha had more class in her toenails than her daughter had in her entire body. I wondered what had happened to make Becky fall so far from the tree.We skipped appetizers and went straight to the main menu. Our waitress, Shelly was an old friend of ours. Becky hated.