Besides the eye contact and some loud chatter, I think I was supposed to hear, another constant was the Mothers harping at the daughter to “fix the ...ack of your bikini”. The bottom was designed to cover little more than a small panty, but it kept creeping between her cheeks and making her tan line quite obvious. She had a gorgeous ass and the deep tan and white color difference made it stand out. When Mom would say something, the daughter would make a feeble attempt at fixing it and look back. “Because Cindy, you’re my daughter. It can’t happen again!”“Why not?” I asked.“It just can’t. You need to hurry up and get ready for school!” He said and pulled the paper up in front of his face. Oh diary. I sat there with my tiny little breasts exposed and my body on fire. I was dripping wet just thinking about him coming over and taking me. What is wrong with him? I thought maybe it was me!The next day I did the same thing but he slammed the bedroom door shut.The day after I didn’t try again,. I could not restrain myself any more and said, You are the best Didi that any one can ever dream of!She broke the hug and led me by hand to her bed, she took off her orange coloured silky pants and there was no panty under it. Her pussy had some hair on it and I said, Didi, I am hungry to eat it, and I love it that you have hair on it! Didi smiled and said, I know that you are hungry for it and yes, I have some hair for you around my ass hole as well and I will keep it all that way for you. I. Having had enough of the current banter, I tried to return to our former discussion prior to my toilet visit. As I spoke Coby lent back in the chair, and observed me with his hands behind his head. During a brief pause Coby asked, “Would you seriously suck me off?” I didn’t know how the respond, not knowing if a yes, or no, would offend him. With my mind working overtime I took the middle option, hoping my reply with throw him. “On one condition,” I replied. “What’s the condition?” he.