<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Teasing in the kitchen <strong>Tags:</strong> Just the girls...</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br/>The snort that came out of me as Reese called himself “impressionable” was decidedly un-motherly-like. He was anything but that word. I didn’t have a chance to make the comment that I didn’t believe for one moment he could be impressed to do anything he didn’t want to by anyone and he was continuing with whatever little game had entered his head now. Because after exchanging a look with his sister, he was gone from the room once more.<br/><br/>I sighed, leaning back in the chair and pushing the half-finished plate away. My fingers curled around the stem of the wineglass as the last of Reese’s words rang through my head. It reminded me that my darling wife was naked in the tub in this house. And instantly I was thrown back to the last time we spent a night in the tub together. A secretive smile crept across my face as my lips parted on what had to have been a pleasurable sigh at the memory of Ali’s lips on my cunt. And then the look on her face when I fucked her with the newly purchased glass dildo.<br/><br/>Her screams still echoed in my ears. Maybe tonight I could convince her to let me have that beautiful, puckered ass of hers again.<br/><br/>Nothing had ever been off-limits between them. Even some of the most depraved fantasies were eventually, and quietly, fulfilled in their time together.<br/><br/>The memories had made me slick with want, and puckered my nipples. I wasn’t sure if that showed through my bra and shirt, but by now, I was beyond caring. I doubted that Reese had actually gone to fetch his mother, but something in his tone had nagged at the back of my thoughts. He was certainly up to something, I just wasn’t sure what surprises would find the family tonight yet at his hands.<br/><br/>My eyes flicked to Chanel, who was flushed and breathing a bit heavy. I picked up my plate, standing.<strong>“Are you alright, sweetheart? I know this food is a bit heavy tonight…”</strong>Moving easily to the sink, I set the plate down and turned, leaning back against the counter to drag my eyes over my daughter as I took another sip of the wine.<strong>“Oh! And I’m having more sample pieces of clothing and lingerie over tomorrow for you to try on. I know how much you enjoy getting the latest things they've designed.”</strong><br/><br/>