“That was even better than the other night” she murmured quietly. “Time for you to do some work” I said to Tasha “What do you mean” she sa...d sounding a little confused. “Don’t worry” said Lisa “I know what he’s got in mind and you’ll love it” I laid on my back with my head propped up with a couple of cushions from the sofa and after Lisa had spent a few moments ensuring I was sufficiently hard she motioned Tasha over and as she straddled me slowly manoeuvred my cock into her tight pussy. “Mmmm. A daughter like you doesn't come along all the time, so I feel cheated when I can't tell anyone else just how much I love you. I also feel that way because I've never gotten to wake up next to you either. Well, not naked after having sex the previous night. The best I got was cuddling after the sex in that hotel room. I want you to sleep in my bed and take our relationship to it's peak." Okay, Mom," I sobbed, shimmering around somewhat. "Holy mother fucking shit, you have the touch." Thank. Guys do it too.”“So, what does it mean ... to seduce someone?” she bounced back asking.“Jennifer, how would you answer that?” I said.“Well, I might walk over to a guy I would like to know better and say something like, ‘Hey, do we have a class together?’ and if he says the right thing back to me, I have done my job at seducing him. I may bat my eyes, or have my shirt opened a little more than usual to show off my ... boobies. It works all the time, especially once I actually had cleavage to. "It's what you would wear under your new shirt, like you'd have worn avest," she explained."So it's a vest?" I asked."Actually, it's called a camisole, sir," the assistant said."Never mind about what it's called, for now," Mrs. Ashton said, ushering meinto the changing room again, "What's important is its function. Please putit on, then put your shirt on again." You will find that your shirt hangs much more nicely," Mrs. Ashton said,tugging at the tails of my shirt, "because of the camisole's.