“Do you think Mother’s tits are nice and pretty?”“Oh, yes!” they both said together.“They’re very nice tits,” Marla whispered squeezin... them. “My titties are sensitive, and my nipples are always so stiff.”She lowered her hands, gliding her palms down to her flat stomach. She ran her fingers through the soft mat of her pussy hair. She stroked her hips, and caressed her thighs, bringing her fingers to her cunt again. Spreading her feet on the floor, she parted the thick hair of her cunt, letting. I noticed he was always trying to sneak a glance at me when i wasnt looking. It was at the height of fashion then for mini skirts and boots with tights. One night i had arranged for night out with some old friends. I got dressed up in short silky blue dress with matching black silky bikini panties, bra, tan pantyhose and white PVC knee high boots. On the way out i bumped into my father in law (Tim) and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He insisted on taking me for a first drink at the. That was NOT what I expected him to say.“That’s what I thought, forget I said anything,” he said. Master Joe had misinterpreted my response.“I am sorry Master Joe, I just didn’t expect you to ask me my thoughts on that,” I said with food dripping from my mouth. I sucked up some spaghetti and let the sauce drip down my chin and nose as I looked up at him.“Yeah, well, it is your dream. I feel kind of like a fraud. I am not a Master. You call me Master Joe, but you don’t say it the same way you do. That’s why I gave you the towel.”“I thought the towel was for accidents, while you’re taking a bath,” I said.“Good grief,” she sighed. “It’s for any time you need to have an orgasm, okay?”“Well, in any case, I learned something tonight,” I said.“What’s that?” she asked.“You said the masturbation would help my tenseness,” I said.“Okay.”“The only time I feel really tense is when I’m masturbating,” I said.She laughed.She wouldn’t tell me what was so funny, either.Tiffany is frustrated that I can’t.