Watching Mark commented: “She is just like you, when I met you, and so much different than you, when we met.”
“Life experience is what she is lacking, she might never be like me, no matter how much she is like me.” I answered remembering my youth.
“Do you regret being the way that you are?” He asked me seriously.
“Not a single stich, I love the way I am, but because of you. Who knows how I would have turned out, had I not met you.”
“I’m glad that you did.” He said swinging my ass on the bed with his “bowling ball grip.”
“Maybe it’s time that we had some girl time again, maybe I can stir her interest in our sex life.” I trailed off.
Mark and I have a kinky sex life, the cameras in our home had just raised it all to a new level, so with a little thought, I came up with a plan on how I can introduce my daughter to a new way of life for her.
Friday was a half day for Annie, she was home hours before Adam was due, enough time to get the ball rolling and then see where it takes us.
Annie “caught” me naked in the kitchen as she came home.
“Mom! What are you doing naked in the kitchen?”
“Annie! Is it time for you to be home, already?” I acted surprised ignoring her question, and answering her what I wanted her to hear. “I was looking for my glasses, I can’t seem to find them.”
“Naked, why do you need your glasses while you’re naked?” She asked as I was hoping that she would, and it was so much easier than I had hoped.
“How can I tell you, honey, it’s so embarrassing?” I played.
“More embarrassing than being naked in the kitchen?”
“It’s kind of personal, you know, it’s Friday, I was in the bathroom and I wanted to prepare for the evening, and now I can’t find my glasses…”
“Let me help you…”
“No, I couldn’t, just help me find my glasses” I played dumb.
“That’s what I meant, let me help you find your glasses. Where did you see them last?”
“In the bedroom, on the nightstand, but they’re not there anymore.”
“Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll try to find them.” Were Annie’s words before I led her up the stairs, naked, subtly waging my ass this way and that.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she watched me.
From the bedroom, I went straight for the bathroom, talking to her behind me: “They were on the nightstand the other day, when I was reading something, and now they are nowhere to be found.”
“Have you checked the drawers, maybe they got put away, still, what do you need your glasses for in the bathroom?”
“If you must know, I was shaving my pussy last month, and I cut myself so badly that I don’t do it anymore without my glasses. Satisfied.” I acted hurt.
As she rummaged through the drawers that I prepared for her, I washed my hands in the sink.
Over the running water I heard a gasp and a few sharp breaths, she had found the toys that I had strategically laid out for her to find.
Taking longer than it should have, she finally entered the bathroom: “I can’t seem to find them.” She said standing by the door looking me over. “You could get a new pair tomorrow.” She said.