Neither of us spoke, but there were a million things to be said. Our eyes and smiles did the communicating for us.'We both know I want to do this, but...yet, I feel paralyzed with lust and fear. It is like both emotions just collided, and now I'm unable to move.'That was when her palms suddenly landed on my butt. "Come on, Mommy. You wanted to make your daughter feel good, so do it already," she commanded me before slapping my butt with both hands. "Let's not go through the stage fright motions. "I'm David," he said. "Taylor," was all she got out. She kissed him down his neck and to his shoulder. She then returned to his mouth where she kissed him passionately. Standing up, she took his hand and led him to the middle of the room where many people were dancing. She danced all around him in every way possible. Grinding her ass against his cock she felt it rock hard. She danced leading the way all the way to the couch. As he sat down she started her own little dance. As she turned she sat. “Cos I wouldn’t mind trying an idea we had.”“Oh well you can use the office, feel free.”“Thanks,” she rewarded me with an electrifying smile, “you coming Saffs?”She swayed out in her skin-tight tank and boy-cut panties, with Saffie’s hand on one asscheek, inside the panties.“Toast?” asked Amanda.“Thanks,” I dragged my eyes away from the door.“We ought to catch up in the garden, after breakfast?”“Okay.”So we cut the grass, trimmed some shrubs and did a bit of weeding. As always it was. Luckily I had purposely not connected any of her sexual pleasure senses to us, otherwise I know I would have overloaded. My brain would probably have first been cooked, then fried, toasted, buttered, toasted again, then would have exploded just in case anything still worked. For a moment I thought somehow I had goofed again when Sandi had stopped at Brad's outburst. But I realized there had been two echoes, meaning Brad had not only thought it, he had yelled it, and I had picked it up through.