“I was beginning to think it was armor-plated.” That got a good laugh from both ladies.“Then we took a shower together,” Katie continued. “A...d we made love again. It didn’t hurt at all that time!”“From here on out, if it hurts, then you need medical attention,” Becky advised. Turning to me, she added, “Provided she’s all wet and ready for you.”“Is that rule one, two or three?” I asked her.“Yes,” she smirked.“Rules?” Katie asked? “Like ‘Rules for Dating My Daughter’ rules?”“You didn’t tell her. She slid into the seat between Terence and Kevin, hoping her desire to avoid being close to Richard wasn’t obvious. She ordered a traditional Sunday lunch, with roast beef. It was a meal that was impossible to recreate in her own tiny kitchen and she tucked in with vigour. * Richard found the experience of watching Ivy eat mildly arousing. She was clearly enjoying the food, not just picking at it but eating with gusto. It was refreshing to see a woman who wasn’t self-conscious about her. I remember wishing that I had the good sense to remove these damn boots when I came home tonight.I knew I should stop, pull away, but I simply could not. I was indeed responding to my stepson’s touch and instructions. Robert, much like his father, knew exactly how to touch me for the greatest response, both emotionally and physically. He seemed to sense the erotic effect his mild dominance and humiliation would have on me. Again, he was his father’s son!After several minutes of taking me to the. She was naked. Her boobs were still small but round and shapely. Her hips had a nice flair from her small waist and she was starting to grow a muff around her cunt, though it was still too sparse to cover her puffy nether lips. Her left hand moved up to her right breast and she rubbed and rolled her nipple until it stiffened, and then her right hand moved to her cunt and started to massage her clit. Mark could see it all, including the ripples of her belly as she fingered her cunt. After a.