She greeted my mother and complimented her onher '60s-era Pan Flight attendant outfit. Mom, likewise complimented heron her costume. Then, Liz and m... mother turned their attention to Lisaand myself. Liz looked me up and down much the way Lisa had done a fewmoments earlier and, I realized as I had myself back in front of themirror. A smile crossed her lips and I could immediately see that sheand Lisa were related. Turning to my mother she said "Well, I owe youtwenty bucks, Carol. I know. I live with Gramma now.Mo finally did it. Went over the edge. Got thrown in jail. I spent the night with a foster family until Gramma could get to me to rescue me. That's when I met my knight in shining armor.That would be Edward Paul Allen. He was driving Gramma. She's seventy-something. She drives herself around town, but she doesn't like to drive on longer trips. Edward – Ed – he lives in the apartment across the alcove from hers. He had her for a teacher when he was in high school.Don't get. Her name, as I have related, was Anna. Her nationality: typically American, an up-to-date flapper. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the customary style of the day, and she was clad in a highly abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs.Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and she had a cute pert little nose and an adorable pouting mouth.Her age-well, that is hard to judge, in these days of modern fashion when granny. In the same manner, she helped me remove mine. I pulled her closer and closer while our naked bodies wriggled against each other. Then I broke the kiss and mounted my daughter, my masculine body pressed onto her lusciously svelte figure. My legs tried to part my daughter’s. When she hesitated, I looked at her and smile with confidence, “Open your legs for me, daughter. Open for your papa.”My daughter pulled my head down to kiss me as she opened her legs wide for me to snuggle into. I wasted no.