I wasn't sure you'd like that." Anne, you look wonderful. You could be seven foot six and you'd still look wonderful. If you want to wear heels, wear ...hem."A very feminine giggle came from Anne as she scurried back up the stairs. Only moments later she returned, barefoot, with a pair of silver high-heeled sandals in her hand, which she immediately put on. Drawing herself up to her impressive height — now about six feet — Anne said, imperiously, "I'm ready to be escorted now, my good man." As. It was round, not too wide, but it had great cheeks that stuck out and cupped underneath. I thought she might just be trying to show me her whole body, but then she began to sit down on my lap. She reached back between her legs, grasping my erection, aiming it at her snatch and lowering herself onto it. The tip made contact with her vagina but she didn’t hesitate, she lowered herself completely, fully impaling herself on my rod for the first time. Now my mother’s mouth was amazing, she’s been. ”“I know.”“Then why?”We stared at each other for a second.“Because.” We said it at the same time!“I don’t want to be naked.”“I want you to let go of your fears and you’re wearing a very big one.”“What?”“You are afraid to be seen naked.”“Afraid? No. Ashamed? Probably.”“Why?”“Look at me!”“I have been looking at you for months.”“Not naked. Or are you smart and sneaky and a peeper?”“I don’t need to be a peeper to see you.”“I know, it is very obvious that I am fat and sloppy and a slob. You don’t. They worked diligently to remove pubic hair because of their modeling and their extreme bikinis, but both had saved tiny curls just above their hooded clits.They sat on the side of the bed, feet dangling and their father pulled up a desk chair after adjusting his trousers a bit. Although they had grown three inches in the last year, they were only five-foot-eight but they had very long legs, shapely ones too and they smelled of sexual musk. He looked into their dark eyes and tried to ignore.