I uncovered myself and got up and asked her if she ever thought about having sex with me. She just stood their speechless and then said recently yes. ... then took her hand and gently kissed her. She stood their in shock because of her naked Nephew kissing her. She then kissed me back and then it was a blur because we were on the bed and I was unbuttoning her shirt and she was stroking me.This point in time I was 30 years old and she was 42 and both in the right place at the right time.It was. “Buttercup,” my daughter pursed her lips, and answered without hesitation. It seemed like she wasn’t understanding the gravity of what I was really asking.“I haven’t answered to Amanda or even Mom in a long time. I’ve started to forget that is even my old name. I know you want to be Buttercup today. Do you want to wake up every day and still be here? There is no getting bored and wanting to go to the mall. There is no whining or complaining, or sleeping in. Master Mike is going to kick your ass. I... I didn't know! I HATE that I freeze up in difficult situations instead of knowing just what to say, how to be brave, how to comfort. So, I stood next to her, very close shoulder to shoulder - but afraid to hold her because it seemed I might be the problem.I touched her gently. I could sense she was... embarrassed? angry?"Just give me a minute," she said. I went and sat on the bed, out of view, with my heartbreaking at the obvious pain I had just caused.Eventually, she calmed down and we. Sylvia was beaming, as she looking down at his underbelly, all red raw, drooping and steaming, yes steaming. Her head disappeared and I knew instinctively what she was doing, and like my opening comment, she took him in her mouth and cleaned him, I watched her with a deep fascination, and stroked his head as she did so, feeling strangely drawn into this little 'Ménage à trois', our little secret, something that made us special, girls are like that, we have that ability to do the most outrageous.