.. well, when we lost her, I was able to step in everywhere except Dad's bed, and he had no problem finding others for that job."There was a bit of hu...t in her voice. That girlish fantasy, of becoming her mother in all ways, was still there. She wasn't proud of it, nor the hurt every time her father was with another woman. After all, the very idea of sharing your father's bed was so wrong..."My mother sort of, well, forced me to help." Wendy's voice definitely held some resentment. She didn't. "Yes, ma'am," I saluted, and poured two large glasses of wine. Standing behind her, I held her glass ahead of her. When she reached for it, I leaned forward, pulling it away. "Oh, you tease," she grumbled, not yet realizing that my crotch had pressed against her ass, nestling my cock lightly in the valley between her cheeks. She made a grab for the wine and I spilled a little but was compensated by her action which also parted her cheeks, allowing my now stiffening member to lodge securely,. Anne smiled as she watched Mrs Kennedy walking away obviouslyangry and bitter at her treatment and hating the way the household wasnow organised.It had been quite a day for Anne as she had said a final very publicfarewell to her husband and she felt that now it was only fitting forher to have a talk with him again. She led Felicia back to her bedroomand they both sat on the edge of bed.Anne then whispered, "Time to chat now Felix," into his ear and wasquite amazed at how the pretty girl's. Without Maria there, Sara seemed to blossom, and I soon felt myself attracted to her lively personality, and also her eyes, not unlike Maria’s, perhaps a more intense green that set off her auburn hair nicely. I also realised that underneath those functional clothes was a lithe body with broad shoulders set above small but well formed breasts, and a slim waist that flared into well-rounded hips. She was one sexy woman, just disguised it well. Maybe it was the wine with dinner, or the brandies.