Most often with each other. In fact, after your father died, it was your mother-in-law's support and love, both physical and emotional, that got me t...rough a lot of dark times."Dana stared at her mother as they walked to the luggage pick-up. Dan shook her head. "This is just too weird. I'm talking with my mother about wife swapping." She turned back to her mom. "You're serious? You and mother Mona regularly shared beds?" Yeah. We still do whenever they're in town from their globe. Her peach was giving up its nectar. Finally, she moved me away and released me. “Come here my sweet sweet pixie minx.” Bolting up to meet her lips, I hungered for what I’d given her. She licked her juice from my smeary face as she told me how wonderful I was. Our mouths met, tongues intertwined, sharing the remains of her.Then she pushed me away just enough to see my face. With a stern expression, she said, “This is really the first time you’ve done that?”Oh god! What had I done wrong? She’d. After I caught a man leering at me I would look up at Daddy and grab his arm and squeeze it, as if to say, See! They want me, why don’t you? Sometimes I would make my dad try on clothes. He always protested, but would humor me. This was a rare time where I could tell him how hot he was to me without sounding weird. One time I made him try on a slimming patterned button down shirt. He came out of the dressing room looking so fine! “This shirt is for a man 20 years younger and 30 pounds lighter!”. He made sure the panties were positioned just right encircling her clit with the heart before he pressed down against the material on the waist strap and activating the adhesive.Tasha turned and looked at herself in the mirror and grinned as she saw the heart outlined in black with alternating red and white crystals and a soft red velvety center all strategically placed directly over her clit. These panties were so tightly held against her, that they fit almost like a second skin. They are kind.