Diane kept on softly wanking his tip with her lips, and then brought her tongue forward to start tracing circles on it in her mouth. She explored ever... bit of it, and pressed her tongue up harder onto it, cradling it from underneath. She brought her hand up to join in, and lightly brushed her finger and thumb up and down his shaft, feeling the veins pulse, the soft soft skin stretched so tight. Diane curled her fingers around it, and gripped it tight at the base. She drew her hand up and down,. I wonder if we can get a Tee Shirt? HOE-LEE in an arc across the top ... bicycle in the middle ... SHE-IT in an arc across the bottom. I told my mind trap of a brain to retain it for future use ... yeah ... right.So I drew it on a sheet of paper and said, "Grace? File this ... no not there ... file it to keep."She chuckled. Both our study desks had file drawers. She put it in mine. I took it back out and handed it to her."I want to be able to find it again. Put it in yours."Everybody laughed,. The other daughter, president of a nationally recognized media conglomerate, mother of a delightful daughter, and part of a fifteen-member harem. Well, two out of three…I’d certainly never anticipated my younger daughter’s chosen lifestyle. Nor that of my son. When Rose went to junior high school, I thought she’d probably follow in her sister’s footsteps. Both girls were overly endowed. I blame the hormones in chicken breasts. I assumed I’d be struggling to keep her home before she reached. Very kinky, but mostly harmless anyway”“Thanks Jill. I ummm…better go and get dressed now”“You don’t have to. I don’t mind. Really I don’t. But you can make me that coffee now”“Are you sure? I mean, this is a bit awkward for me. And surely for you too?”“If it upset me, I would tell you. Does it look like I’m upset about it?”As she said that, she patted me on my well-padded and soggy bottom. “Coffee! I’m dying for one”We walk inside and Jill sits at the table. I put the kettle on and start to.