"Shhhhh, it's Kerry." He nuzzles at the inside of my legs, deeply inhaling my scent as he moves from the top of my thighs down. "You smell so good!" I...had no idea what to say. THIS IS MY BOSS! I could feel his breath as he moved back up my other leg. I flinch when I feel the flutter of his tongue against my skin. He goes down one leg, then back up the other. He hesitates near the crotch area of my panties. Using his tongue he licks at the cotton of my panties before moving my panties to the. And as my eyes enveloped her, I saw my fifteen year old daughter, naked, her own body covered in sweat, her face coated with my sweet cum, she smiled up at me and professed her love. I had heard her say those words a million times before, each as sweetly as any young girl would tell her mother. But this time, her words had a whole new meaning behind them. She had come to know me in a way that only her father had before, and her eyes craved more. The desire in her eyes told me, told the. Theneckline for the white jumpsuit was lower, but still modestly above mybreasts. It was also maybe just a bit smaller than the black jumpsuit, eventhough the black jumpsuit was more fitted. I felt my breasts in theirdeveloping state were quite prominent in the white jumpsuit, whereas in themore constructed black jumpsuit, they were given a degree of cover. Wearingthe white jumpsuit, for the first time ever, I felt like it would help towear a bra, if only for the sake of modesty.Going about my. Identical, in every feature. Their hair, their eyes, the shapes of their bodies. They even walked in unison -- left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips. Dressed in identical thongs -- bottoms only, as this was a tops-optional beach on the Mediterranean -- just little wisps of shimmering, sky blue cloth. They presented such a perfect double image that some people who wore glasses, took them off and checked, to make sure nothing was out of alignment.Yet there was something....