Sarah danced her way back to the sofa, sat down and was still moving her body to the music. ‘Yes … bum, bum, bum, bum. I could ring Janice and ask...her if she wanted to tag along. You like Janice, don’t ye? Come on, I’ve seen you looking at her.’ Hump poured himself another glass of wine. Although all he really wanted to do was either kill her or himself, the more pressing matter at hand appeared to be to dissuade her from going out, especially with that nitwit Janice, who had in fact tried to. ”“Impossible,” I argued.Eva shrugged. “Maybe she senses my lack of interest.”“But you said she’s cute.”“She is. I genuinely like her. She’s eccentric and interesting.”“But...”“I think she senses the reluctance. And perhaps Shira? Her stripping for older men ... And women, actually.”“Shira’s surprisingly interested,” I remembered. “She’s got a MILF fetish. But maybe it’s a racial thing.”She laughed, and I heard Helena laugh behind us.“Then you haven’t paid attention to at least a quarter of her. "Give me your hand."I held my hand out and she took it in her left hand, holding it gentlywhile she smoothed and shaped the nails with an emery board. Then shetook a bottle and started to paint my thumbnail."Mom? What are you doing? I thought I was going to wear Beth's polish.Why are you putting on clear?" Be patient, daughter!" Mom pretended to scold me. "If you put a coat ofclear on first, it makes it easier to get the color off later."Mom finished one hand and stared on the other while I. It was awkward but I managed to slip my fingers under the waist band of her panties moving them slowly downwards, the palm of my hand pressing first on her lower belly and then on her mons. Her panties were already soaked and as my finger slipped smoothly into her cleft she had to stifle a little moan and the sensation of creamy wetness sent fucking ecstasy through my reptilian brain. Of course, it was at that moment the driver then suddenly asked me if I knew which highway to take so I leaned.