Her bare shaved pussy glistened with her wetness. She sat back down on her legs and began touching herself. This was a dream come true. She teased her...inner thighs and then began running her hands up and down her lips. When she dipped her fingers into her pussy I had to slow down even more. Her fingers of one had slipped easily in and out of her cunt while her other hand strummed a magical tune on her clit. She worked herself hard and her breathing became deeper and faster rapidly. I could see. Mrs Robertson was holding my cock and that cock was standing up, telling her it was ready to fuck her.We dispensed with the rest of our clothes and lay on the bed. My tongue roamed her body. She was beautiful. But more than that, she was wonderful. I kissed her smooth mound and she parted her legs, inviting me to lick her. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her, and she tasted divine. I sucked her labia and her clitoris and then I kissed her crotch and licked her thighs."And when are you. Quite... wonderful... I think."Her response didn't surprise me. I fully expected her to have some ambivalence about my new plan. On the one hand, she'd feel gratified that I was interested in lawyering -- of any variety. On the other, she'd worry -- some -- about what Daddy might think. Would he feel rejected? And supposing he did feel rejected? How would Mom feel about that? Good? Bad?... Both?My parents were complicated citizens.Her next question, too, was predictable. "Where would you go to. Because you seemed a little shocked yesterday I write you this mail to repeat the instructions I gave you last night. I figured that with all that booze you might have forgotten our little agreement, yes I could see you drinking that whiskey, that reminds me the first thing you have to do today is get those curtains down, from now one I want to be able to look into you when ever I want.Okay, here is the list with things to do today: Clean yourselves up, you're a mess, first shave: that means.