As I rubbed the back of her knees, I gently pressed her legs apart. She didn't seem to realize what I was doing. This time my kneeding of her thighs e...posed her pubic area! I actually got a good close look at her lips protruding from her beautiful cunt. I became bolder and moved my hands higher to the level of the towel. My probing fingers were no more than six inches from her cunt. Mom suddenly realized that she was exposed and quickly closed her legs. She thanked me, saying that she had had. .."Then why'd you flip me?" he said, waiving the knife in my direction.Knew that was coming."Darlin'," I said, again going for the cooing tone that was no doubt a lousy copy of all the third-rate 'B' movie vamps I had ever seen, "you squeezed my breast pretty hard. That level of pain, it's an instinctual reaction for those girls trained in the martial arts. But... I'm pretty well-toned as a result. Us karate gals have extra endurance." Step. "Stamina." Step. "Strength." Step.No reaction. He. Here and there she interjected and told her own stories, and the flow of the conversation eased their postures until they both sat in a relaxed slight-slouch, leaning forward, mirroring one another’s movements subconsciously. All classically good signs, but she missed them because she was so engaged in the interaction. Seeing a light flash on her phone laying on the table next to her glass, she picked it up to find a missed call from her mother and saw the time. It was nearly time for them to. I guess she thought she was at her house, because she came out naked. When she saw me sitting there, it gave her a bit of a scare at first, but then with a puzzled look on her face, she asked, "Donny, what are you doing at my house?"For those of you who have read my stories, you know we live in Florida, where in the summer, if the temp. is 95, it's a cool day. Mom raised us in a clothing optional house, and we usually opted for for or nothing to wear. Being naked with each other is just.