Hannah walked into the room, saw how her mom was dressed, and broke into a big smile. They both knew and accepted this was something that was not goi...g to go on for much longer, but they also both had come to understand something about themselves in the process of mother and daughter becoming intimate. The love, trust, and security they had for each other didn’t need to stop at the conventional boundaries of parental relationship. Hannah had felt and found great comfort and reinforcement in. Better tidy yourself up and get back in your seat. Here’s my napkin. I’ll take care of my trousers. Quickly now... ------------------------------------------------- Everything looks wonderful, Bradley. What? Oh, I guess I’ll have the Roquefort dressing on my salad. Violet? Oh, I forgot—she can’t speak right now. Show him why, my dear...that’s right, open your mouth... You see? Well, she generally has the oil and vinegar dressing—is that what you’d like,. You are a nasty slut. Come outside and finish me off?" Susan again demurred and returned to Jeff after the song. Apparently word had gotten around and Susan danced with practically every man in the room, all of them feeling her womanly charms to some degree to the point that she did feel like a slut. To her dismay she even felt her juices running down her thighs. She received a lot of lewd invitations but turned them all down. As the evening got late the alcohol was flowing freely and Susan. "NO!" barked Cindy. She wasn't eager to see Mrs. Jenkins again. Mrs. Jenkins had a way of making her feel like there was something wrong with her. "I think we should try your idea first. If that doesn't work, then we'll see. OK Daddy?"Bob wasn't all that happy. The idea of fingerfucking his little girl to get rid of her cherry was both attractive and repellent. Actually, it was attractive, and that repelled him."What do I do Daddy?" she said, her trusting eyes on his. She wasn't allowed to date.