Live a little. Be a rebel!”I wondered how angry Cara would be with me if I let her daughter get a tattoo. Probably spitting mad. I had a vision of h...r standing in my face, all five feet seven of her, shaking her finger at me and castigating me like a child, “How could you, Dad?! I leave my daughter in your care and look what you do to my baby!!“ It made me grin.“Great!” Rachael exclaimed, mistaking my grin for agreement.“Not so fast, Rach.”“What now?”“There are conditions.”“Like what?”“I have. He started to unhook her blouse. He unhooked top two buttons and stopped. He decided to take the chain by his tongue. He turned my mom and kissed all over faces. Still my mom closing her eyes. Ramesh asked me to hide somewhere. I hide behind almirah. From that, I can see everything.He asked my mom to open her eyes but she refused that. So he kissed on her eyes. My mom slowly opened her eyes. He hugged Ramesh so tightly and both were embrassing each other. Both were looking at their eyes. Ramesh. She bent forward to the camera and whispered.”What do you think? Do I look tarty enough? I feel like one!, and I'm about to act like one!” She picked up the tawse and went to the top of the stairs. “Ready!” she shouted. He appeared at the bottom of the stairs in a flash. She beckoned him with a finger, and he made his way up. She stood legs apart, swishing the tawse. She stood aside to let him pass, then pushed him in the back towards the bed. “Strip off and get on the bed!” she ordered. She. I wonder what you are feeling. You gently encourage my thighs to part. My body, the way it is feeling, would obey your every command. Your warm hands caress my inner thighs. I moan softly. You now move my slip higher, exposing my panties. The panties are also like nothing I have ever worn before. The sides are that beige fabric you are becoming to know so well. And then, right at the front is that lace, so sheer that you can clearly see the brown curls beneath. You gasp out loud and I can’t.