It was sad with Daddy, but that was because she adored him. He was her own father. It was something else with other old men looking for eye and arm ca...dy. She would make them die very happy, but in return, she wanted chunks of their estate. She was a chunky woman, after all, Monica giggled as she punned in her mind.Oh, yes, there were lots of possibilities. She could even refer other celebrities to Bimbo Tech. They paid for references and Monica thought that most Hollywood bitches had sticks up. E. she looks from another part, and she has her arms stretched down with her hands joined (intertwined) resting more or less above the center of her toned and fleshy thighs tight in the tight tunic and, with the lower part of the skirt of the tunic a little above the knees, she has her bare and white legs wide open (or well wide apart, as you like :-P) and bent, and the feet were bent on tiptoes on the low hooves, the nice small socks white sporty tight to the skinny ankles and the calves. She meekly nodded and let out a feeble yes.I once again moved my hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. Slowly my hands moved to her sides, and I cupped her breasts over her thin nighty. Her nipples were already hard and were poking out like sharp pencil tips. I squeezed and massaged mom’s boobs while straddling her ass.Mom had already put her fingers in between her thighs and was rubbing her pussy. I laid on mom’s back, pressing my hard dick on her ass crack, and started to kiss her. They were physically separated by ten feet, but they felt closer to each other than they ever had.Things had been kicked up a notch, but that didn’t mean everything changed. Bob didn’t start parading around with his stiff cock hanging out. The girls didn’t change their routine, either. Part of that involved the discipline required of all of them to navigate college life. For Bob, it was making sure he was prepared for classes. For the girls it was making sure they kept up with understanding.