.. just two weeks after they killed my father." I'm sorry."She glared at me. "Don't jest, monsieur!" I mean it," I insisted with moral empathy, for I ...nderstood that she'd be upset having lost both of her parents. "I said that I'm sorry, and I am." But don't you realize who mother is? Even now?"I shook my head."Monsieur," she said. "I may be the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons, but my mother was his wife. She was Isabelle Douviere."Time stood still. "His wife?"I felt the spiders scurrying. Amanda looked at me. She reached for her wine and sipped it.She looked at me and said if she did that, she might have to use it. Myhead snapped up and fixed on her eyes. They had a twinkle in them andmy head thought. A vision came in to my head and I told her to sittight and hold that thought. I ran in the house and up to my mom'sroom. I went to her dresser and pulled out an out fit she had. I lookedat it and laid it on the bed. I smiled as I ran back down and toldAmanda to go up stairs and. Well my hand was on her pussy and it was soaked, and it wasn’t pool water she had plenty of time to dry off. Well we were face to face and she goes I love you mom and kissed me lightly on the lips (you know just a good-night I love you kinda kiss) and I kept the kiss going and then slipped my tongue in her mouth which caught her by total surprise. But she returned this kiss also.As we were making out I began to fondle her pussy and tits almost enough to orgasm. Well we stopped then and I began. I can’t wait until I ratchet up enough courage to have you do me in the butt.”Unbeknownst to either of us, the idea of sliding into Renee’s hot, round, bottom made me harder, slightly larger and happier.“Really? You react to doing me in the butt?”“Renee, you have to admit that you have a really nice butt and that little reddish-brown eye in the middle of it, likes to be licked and fingered.”“I thought that you liked my butt. And it does feel wonderful when you stick your tongue in it. I just.