You are a girl for crissakes! Girls don't do that... ESPECIALLY in front of boys! Are you crazy?"It seemed like a tremendous overreaction but maybe mo... had reason for it.I think it might have been my mother's calling my attention to this that really started to arouse my curiosity; that, and the fact that I sensed that Daddy was looking at me in a 'funny' way.It was some weeks after that when I was in the kitchen after breakfast, helping my mom with the dishes, when I felt a tremendous urge to. I cast him a dubious glare, eyeing the scene suspiciously. I began to wonder if this was some kind of elaborate joke. Kate looked back over her shoulder and smiled, her expression encouraging me to follow Ryan’s tempting proposition. “Alright,” I said finally, shrugging my shoulders as I reached out and laid a firm hand on her enticing, round ass. Feeling the smoothness of the shiny material, I cupped my hand under her right cheek, squeezing gently. As she felt my touch, Kate pushed her. ”“Baby doll, fat chance of that happening. You’re mine and you’ll stay that way for as long as you want me.”“It did turn me on this morning, knowing she was watching and suggesting stuff.”“Did your mother happen to mention she kissed the shit outta me after you passed out? Remember, I told you no secrets.”“Yes, she did and I don’t think I mind that at all. What bothers me is she knows all this sex stuff and I don’t. She’ll rock your world and leave me in the dust.”“IF, and I say IF she and I. She attempted to push the idea of dealing with ‘Dave’, making the effort to not call him ‘Master Dave’, out of her mind altogether, but it lingered there. As she cruised home, her mind trotted out the picture of her, without complaint or gainsaying, releasing the waist band of her slacks and letting them fall to her ankles, exposing her panties to ‘Master Dave’. It was suddenly there and Vanessa could feel herself becoming wet at the gusset of her panties, in reaction to the scene. ‘Oh dear!’.