Her breathing was erratic and a high-pitched squeal was impossible for her to keep in as she hit the crescendo of her orgasm. Her mouth opened, but no...sound came from it. I badly wanted to kiss her, but even if it would have been difficult to explain the position we were in, it would have been impossible to explain me kissing her.As the seconds ticked away and the orgasm finally became less strong, she applied lighter pressure to my arm. Instead of holding it to her, she pulled it away. Her. I splashed water on my face, but failed to speak. I placed my right hand over my heart, and it was beating very hard as if it was going to give out."Mom?" she asked, knocking on the door. "May I come in?"I didn't answer, but yet she came in anyway. I turned to her and saw all of her naked goodness again."Mom, what's wrong? We just had sex so you can tell me. Are you upset with me? Should I have not given into your lust?"I grinned somewhat for a few seconds, but then I came to her.I snatched her. They tried them on and then came out to see if I liked them. I was pleased that they only tried on dresses and short ones at that.I became very familiar with my daughter’s gray panties with pink trim and Vickie’s yellow panties with colorful polka dots on them. I also watched what happened around their crotch areas. Each time that they changed clothes they used the same changing room and went in together. One time their pussies were covered normally, the next they had camel toes, and the next. She'd done that a hundred times over the last six months they'd worked next to each other, but this was like seeing him for the first time. She realized his eyes were blue, something she'd never noticed before. His face reflected a bewildering combination of shock and delight. She thought the shock must be a reflection of how she felt her own face must look. The delight made a ball of warmth surge in her abdomen."You really are beautiful," said Randy. "I'm not just saying that, and I'm not.