I am guessing she took her shoes off to be more quiet. I had rolled over with my back towards the door, but that allowed me to see the door from a mir...or on the far wall against the corner that lined up to the door but was not in her line of site. It was perfect, she would have to move forward since only her arm was seen as she stood in the middle of the hallway. Then turn her head to see it in the corner and I would have plenty of time to close my eyes before she saw my eyes open. So after a. "I'd love that," she said, "But that's all your doing for now. We still have to keep the farm operating and all the animals need feeding."I pulled my shirt back off and moved to the door of the shower and reached in and turned down the water until it was just trickling softly on to Mum's lovely body.I lifted the sponge to the back of her neck and proceeded to wash and caress her with it and as I did this I massaged and squeezed her bum and upper thighs with my other hand. I worked my way down. .."...sie sprach nicht weiter sondern führte meine Hand auf ihren Hintern. Ich verkrampfte kurz und ließ es dann geschehen. "Genau hier" stöhnte sie, "und etwas kräftiger, Lars"! Sie ließ mich ihren Po streicheln, den nur ein leichter Baumwollstoff eines Rockes bedeckte und immer wieder gab sie mir Anweisungen, wie ich sie zu fassen hatte. Ich schaute immer wieder aus dem Fenster, ein paar Minuten würde Lena noch reiten und wie automatisch und ohne Nachzudenken ließ ich Ingrid meine Hand. Mary had spent most of her young life trying to understand those eyes. Sometimes they looked sad, as if she knew time with her daughter would be short. Other days they looked happy, telling Mary that she was oh so proud of what her daughter had become.Not once had they told of why she was gone.It wasn't fair. All Mary had, of her real mother, was this tradition. Once a year. That's all she asked of her Dad, and now her Stepmother. And, that bitch had...Knock Knock ... KnockA bark of laughter.