Michaelina would prefer a bridesmaid dress for herself that was a bitmore sexy, but Alisa insisted that it be very traditional. Alisa andMichaelina tr...ed on what seemed to be over a hundred dresses each untilthey could agree upon the right dresses. The bonding between mother anddaughter had never been greater. Alisa thought that if life could be likethis, why would any woman ever choose a career over her family?By this time, there was nothing left of Jack in Michaelina's head. Shewas all girl.. We fished another bottle out of the cooler below and sprawled out on the settee in each other’s arms, letting our hands explore the contours of the other’s body, hearing the contended sighs of lovers as we talked about nothing. Our reverie was broken by the arrival of a smaller powerboat in the cove. A voice called out and asked if they could share the anchorage. Although loathe to give up our privacy, courtesy prevented me from waving them off.Another voice called out, thanking us and inviting. And she was proud of her nicely toned legs; all in all, it wasn't a bad picture.Heading back into her living room, she sat down to look through her new toy catalog. She hadn't had a new toy in her hand, or her pussy, for a long time, and felt she deserved one, especially after this week!She decided she would treat herself and starting flipping through the colorful pages, looking for something exciting, passing up the typical "real feel" dildos and remote-controlled vibrators. She paused at a. She was also an affectionate, playful child, and would often hug me, kiss me on the lips, and give my ass a pat by way of greeting. Our extended family was very "huggy" and we had a lot of physical contact at our frequent gatherings, where we usually had fifty or sixty people, of all different ages.And for those who had come of age, the inhibitions were a lot looser. Some of the gatherings of the "Tribe," as we called it, were explicitly for incestuous fucking. We generally had them every three.