”“Yeah.” She smiled. “I think I’d like that.” Another long moment passed before she spoke again. “I’ve always loved Mom’s skin. I al...ays felt that I was ... plain, compared to her.”“Plain?” I frowned. “You’re beautiful. Like the canyonlands at dusk.”She smiled hugely. “Really?” My daughters had heard countless times that they were beautiful, smart and talented. I’d always said the words sincerely. But this time, they came freighted with new meaning.“Really.” Leaning over to kiss her collarbone,. “Oh, Alex, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I feel like I’ve been being so silly. But this all happened so fast, and ... I...”“Yes,” I agreed, “it did happen fast. But I’m playing for keeps here. Honest. I’m not going anywhere, Jess.”We held her for a few more minutes, then disengaged. Jess gave each of us a kiss. Then she looked at Kate.“Hey, baby girl. What does a person have to do to get some breakfast around here?”Kate giggled and took off to the kitchen. She brought us fresh coffee, then. With a little help I was soon lying across her lap,my head resting in her left arm facing her lace covered motherly breast. Ohmy god, this is so tantalizing that my already throbbing clit is nowleaking those first drops of clear fluid."Would you like to kiss Mummy's breast little one?" she asked knowing I'msure the answer.Without a word my lips went adoringly to the lace enclosed taut nippleclosest to my mouth. Kissing was not enough, as I let my tongue encircleone erect nipple, flicking. Once on the road an out of the locality we were a group of 11 boys and 1 girl. We started getting messy putting color on each other but the most color was reserved for my sister.Everybody took turns at coloring her up. One would hold her and the others would take water from nearby taps and tube wells on the road and pour water on her. Massage her, some even tried to pull up her salwar and applied color on her navel. She was also enjoying the massage and this was creating a road side show. After.