Her ass was still round and mooned. There was no under-cheek crease, she was pert and in a skirt she would turn heads anywhere. Her face was not that ...f a beauty queen, but defined features that made her pretty in her own way. I always remember her looking at Barbra Streisand and asking me if I thought she was pretty, because Mary thought Babs was homely and not as pretty as she. When you got up close, Mary was right. Mary wore no or little make-up and when she walked naked, everything moved. That was lost on Debbie whose media was still subjected to parental locks, despite having turned eighteen.But her eyes did linger on the cream linen shirt he wore, though not the lower buttons which were, in the words of that Queen song, under pressure. There was something about a thick fake-gold medallion hanging from a neck-chain and nestling in his luxuriant dark chest hair. Something that caused an unfamiliar and unexpected tingle to run through her body.“Cum Inn,” he said, his double. .." She trailed off, embarrassed."Fingers and tongues!" Elizabeth said, "Well I knew about that. Exciting, but hard on discipline and hell on the tongue." Mum!" Catherine was startled, if not actually shocked, "You are crude. What do you mean, you knew about it?" Panic in her voice."Well, crude if you like. It's the work I do makes me that way." She grinned at her daughter. "But fun. And, sweetheart, I can tell when you have hot pants when I sort the laundry."Catherine really was shocked now. "See how aroused and anxious I am? You ready to come over here and please me now baby?" She cooed at her possible Pet, and then gave a little slack to the chain she held, allowing Sonia to cautiously approach her, close enough that in moments she'd nuzzled her face in the woman's crotch, sniffing her as she stood there. "No biting!" She warned, not quite striking herself with the cane, though she did trail it cautiously over Sonia's back as though a warning, still allowing Sonia to nuzzle her.