” Another long moment passed before she spoke again. “I’ve always loved Mom’s skin. I always felt that I was ... plain, compared to her.”“...lain?” I frowned. “You’re beautiful. Like the canyonlands at dusk.”She smiled hugely. “Really?” My daughters had heard countless times that they were beautiful, smart and talented. I’d always said the words sincerely. But this time, they came freighted with new meaning.“Really.” Leaning over to kiss her collarbone, I felt her shiver against my lips. “Brown. Then her movement up and down the shaft increased as her pleasure increased. After minutes (another improvement) her movement up and down the shaft increased and she eventually climaxed with every throb of my exploding prick. We finally parted with semen streaming from her well oiled cunt.A few days after she had invited a couple of friends around for an afternoon coffee Lena and Shirl and I made my escape to my upstairs office. After a while I went downstairs to get a drink and as I passed. Not unless she does a big variety of styles, anyroad. Thirty quid an hour is standard here for UK mag style, forty for American mag and only fifty for toys. I can't scare the punters off, can I? Half my lot are doing this off their pensions. I mean if she did all that and she did a bit of proper fetishy stuff on the side we might get a bit more, but I can't charge for her more'n I charge for the other girls, can I?"I don't think the girl had much of a clue what any of them phrases meant, cause. ”“She has a very different picture of you from the one Tasha has. And obviously, both of them have a different picture from the one Liz has, for obvious reasons.”“And yours differs from all three of theirs.”“Yes, of course. We all see different sides of you; different facets of your personality, if you will. It’s not that you’re a chameleon, but that you relate to each of the four of us in a different way. The one common thread is we all love you and you love all of us, though again, it’s a bit.