But Moira was singing it in heartbreaking fashion while sitting on the bed next us. I was lying down, holding Saralinda, who was still out, though at ...his point, it was simply sleep. Troubled sleep. Every few minutes, she'd start REM dreaming, and often would thrash about in obvious distress. I tried to calm her without waking her when that happened. I had no idea what time it was, or how long we'd been in Moira's room.Once she'd stabilized, Gary and I had carried Saralinda upstairs to Moira's. I have a cute little blonde landing strip above my clit and there was no sign of hairs. Kelly was waiting for me when I stepped out of the elevator. She wore a white bikini that displayed plenty of cleavage and had only a string in her ass. I guess her dad had approved of this model, and she was one year older. “Let’s go,” she said and led the way out of the lobby to the path that led down to the beach. The sand was burning hot and we ran to the water where we cooled off our feet while looking. So when they found me the next day I was in my tightest skirt, black stockings AND heels, and the more formal business look that caused a stir at work all day. In fact I received a few very near the knuckle comments because I looked so sexy...They photographed me sitting staring into space, with my book, on my mobile and all the usual things we do everyday on the train. They also had me standing holding a high rail from behind..... they said they liked my legs and ‘bum’ and wanted to show it. As Ilooked at them something was weird, they were allthe same issue. The centerfold was a tall leggyblonde “Dad must have really had a thing for her.She looks like a younger version of mom… oh shitoh shit oh shitty shit shit, it IS mom.” The dateon the magazine was a year and a half after I wasborn. Money was tight, and mom must have posed tohelp out. On the one hand I was proud of her, ittook guts to spread your pussy for the world tosee. On the other hand let’s be.