"Wow!" But which was better?" I asked.She shook her head. "It isn't like that," she said softly, looking thoughtful, and a little blue.I thought about...it myself and agreed. "No, it isn't, is it? It's like comparing apples and oranges." And it depends on whether you have a yen for apples or oranges," Stephanie observed."Yeah." I reached for Carl's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I prefer apples."Stephanie looked thoughtful, took my hand, giving it a squeeze. "And I prefer oranges," she admitted.. “What do you think Frank?” she said as she put the items back in the bag, “She will be more comfortable cleaning in those” she said waiting for my approval.I now had a clear vision in my head of Ashleigh pushing a hoover around in a tight crop top, tight shorts that barely covers her arse and a pair of tatty panties that had seen better days, and all chosen by her mother! I was no longer worried about her finding cum in yesterday’s panties.“I will make sure she changes when she gets here, do. Needing to get off I flopped on the bed and dug my fingers into my burning pussy, with fast, almost desperate strokes I tried to make myself climax, but it just wasn't happening, even tweaking my clit did no good and I felt tears of frustration running down my cheeks as I frigged myself desperately."OH DAMN!" I cursed pulling my fingers from my pussy, "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!"There was a knock at my bedroom door followed by my father's voice asking if I was all right, throwing a robe around myself I. Suddenly, Mary Ellen breasts were pressed to the older woman's and she could feel her warm and soft body touching hers from breasts to thighs. A little moan escaped her lips and she again melted into her arms. Her head was light as a multitude of sensations rushed over her. She could feel excitement building as the seam of her tight shorts rubbed her between the cheeks of her buttocks as they moved slowly around the patio. She let Dana lead and her head drifted to her shoulder.When the song.