Thori dare kissing chalti rhe aur us k baad papa nechy zameen per beth gaye.Aur mummy k paun apnay hath mein lay kr un ka massage krny lagy. Kuch dare...massage krny k baad papa ny mummy k paun per kissing shuru kr di aur abh woh mummy k right feet ki fingers ko chuss rhy thy un k choosnay ki halki halki awaz b aa rhe the.Mummy is doraan ankhein band kr k bethi rahen. Kuch dare achi terha choosnay k baad papa ny mummy ka left feet choosna shuru kr dia. Abh mummy ny aankhein kholi aur papa ko koi. . and be to each other?" I asked. She nodded. "You're not in trouble with me." I smiled. She didn't. Another long pause ensued. "I admit that it would be difficult if other people knew about this ..." Marianne already knows." She cut in."No." I countered. "She doesn't know anything." Well, ... she suspects." Mom stated. "What if she does suspect, but doesn't care? Or even better, ... or worse, ... likes the idea, or is turned on by the idea?" Did she say something?" Mom asked me."She told me. He glides his finger over her lips leaving a trail of her own moisture there. He then takes both nipples in between his fingers and thumbs and pinches then with enough force that it sends shocking waves through her. She lets out a whimper; he pinches again and again till she stops whimpering. He tells her to lie down with her head off the edge of the bed, and she does as she is told. As she walks she can feel herself start to orgasm—her clit is so aroused it does not take much. She holds it. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are tangible; they are measurable. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than memories.Eva, my former love, says I am too philosophical: "too philosophicalfor your own good," she says. (She is not philosophical enough for herown good, I say.)Thom (is it pretentious to include.