Since the girls' schools weren't a great distance apart, they began attending as many of each others' sporting events as possible, always with their d...ds along, at least until the girls started driving. And the sleepovers they had together increased dramatically. Few weekends went by when one or the other girl wasn't sleeping at the other one's house.Sometimes the dad at whichever house the girls were not staying at would get a few nights at home alone. But plenty of other times the dad would. He was simultaneously rubbing his face on her butt and caressing it.Suddenly I realized Ma is also slowly rubbing her ass on his face. This emboldened Suman and he started to roughly squeeze Ma’s butt with both hands.Then he raised the hem of mom’s salwar and tried to open the kameez. But Ma put her hand back and stopped him by holding his hand.He removed his hand and was sitting idly now. Imagine my surprise when I saw my mother herself lift her salwar and slowly lowered her kameez.The kameez. Rosie smiled as she looked at herself. Robin would then present her to Max who would look up at her and smile. “You wore that dress when we saw Les Miserables at the Academy.” “Really, this is the dress I wore that night?” Rosie smiled and looked down at her outfit. “I think I remember that night.” Robin kept the kitchen and other rooms spotless. She made delicious meals and would sit with Max while she made up a menu for the week and together they would make a shopping list for him in order. This was perfect. Don’t lie to me again.”As she finishes speaking, she takes my neck with a kiss that turns into a bite and leaves her mark on my throat. I just about cum again. As she moved to the bed, she stands before my clothes choices and nods her acceptance. I put on her stockings first, then garters, then fasten the stays. Her panties, then her bra. At last I put on her dress, low and elegant. Fit for Mistress. Fit for my love.There is a knock at the door. I rise to answer it.Paula is.