She wasn’t the only one with an elevated respiration rate. Tabby and I had made the cast in my bedroom. The last time I’d seen my mother’s breas...s was in her bedroom. I went to her bedroom, and she followed me. I unpacked another kit.“What should I do?” she asked, sounding very meek. It reminded me of Aunt Christy, which may be why I spoke in such a commanding tone.“Take your blouse and pants off,” I said.“My pants too?”“We’re working with plaster here,” I said, very businesslike.I watched her. Both daughter and father were not speaking to each other. Their subconscious mind doesn’t want to destroy the morning.Then, Randhir glossed her thigh with oil and slipped his hand in her groin area. His fingers dipped deep into her pussy parting the tight lips and perky small bush. She was not wearing panty. Randhir was pushing his finger in and out. The atmosphere was sensual. He placed her legs on his lap and parted it fully opening her skirt above her waist.The too and fro motion become. Jackson had been stroking his cock and was hard again. Flipping Allie on her back, he buried his face in her cunt, trying to remember all that Sassie had taught him. Finding her clit he started to suck and gently pull causing Allie to buck and squeal. As Jackson sucked her clit he finger fucked her with two fingers. As she screamed, she squeezed his head with her thighs and came hard, her juices gushing out all over his face.Not giving her time to recover she felt Jackson shove his cock deep. " "Eh that's ok," I said then I began to shake and tears began to flow hemoved towards me and put a comforting arm around my shoulders I couldfeel his muscles as he guided me towards the settee. "Here sit down, I'll get you another drink." Moving away he pouredanother glass as I lit yet another cigarette. Returning he sat beside me handing me the glass."Thanks," I said wiping my tears away with my hand, mascara marking myfingers. "I must look a mess," I said. "No you look fine under the.