0 comments/ 47165 views/ 3 favorites Sue and her Daughter Barbara Ch. 01 By: Hippoid When I got a new job at the University of Sussex, my family couldn't joint me at once, so I rented a flat in the centre of Brighton while looking around for somewhere to buy. I'd heard that Sue lived in Brighton, with her husband Robert, who taught in the Economics department; I hadn't seen her for well over twenty years, scarcely since our brief affair when I was a student and she was, on and off, my friend Edward's girlfriend. But I had kept in touch with Edward, so I knew that Sue Potter, as was, was now Sue Thompson, and Edward told her that I was coming to Brighton -- he'd kept on Christmas-card-and-short-letter terms with her over the years. When I arrived, there was a nice note from her awaiting me, saying it would be good to meet up, and suggesting I called. Sue, it turned out, had a part-time job in the university library, and, before I had the nerve to call her, I bumped into her in the library entrance. No danger of my not recognising her! She was certainly older and she had put on a bit of weight, but that thick dark hair and sudden toothy smile were quite unchanged. We had a cup of coffee and caught up on our news; she worked mornings in the library, and had one child, a daughter, Barbara, who was in her final year at school, before going to university, she hoped, the next autumn. They had been in Brighton for eight years, and much preferred Brighton to Manchester, where Robert had taught before. Robert would be teaching a course in the United States the next summer, but Sue and Barbara couldn't go with him, as Barbara would be sitting her A-level exams. I bumped into her a couple of times over the next weeks and we had coffee again, and then I had a call asking me to have dinner with them at home. They lived in a spacious detached house near the edge of the town -- very different from my urban flat. There were a couple of other people there and it was a thoroughly pleasant evening. Robert was fun, easy and informal; he knew I was a friend of Edward's, but I don't know if he knew any more. Sue made and excellent hostess, and Barbara was very much her daughter -- thinner certainly, for Sue had always been a bit plump; but she had the same thick shortish brown hair and the occasional gesture reminded me so much of her mother. She had just had her eighteenth birthday, and was quite reserved in adult company; but she listened a lot, and I enjoyed watching her as she followed our conversation. She was simply dressed, in a teeshirt and a loose skirt that came below her knees; as far as I could see, she had tiny breasts, and when she stood up it was clear that she was not wearing a bra, but her nipples made assertive little bumps in her teeshirt. At one moment, as she was listening, she quickly put one foot up on the sofa and I was placed so that I caught a quick glimpse of plain white panties, before she lowered her leg again. Sue and I had coffee a couple more times, and I once had lunch with her and Robert at the university. Then he went to Boston, and I didn't hear from her for a month or so, till she phoned and asked me to dinner, in the middle of May; I wondered what sort of social life she was setting up for herself while Robert was away. Certainly I still much enjoyed looking at her, and she brought back warm memories of her enthusiasm being a whole lot more that a quick smile; one night, in fact, it was she I thought about as I masturbated; but I hadn't thought much more about her than that -- she seemed very relaxed and not obviously looking for outside male entertainment. So I went round to dinner. First surprise, Barbara was not there; she was staying with a friend as they revised for their exams. I was quite sorry about this, as I had enjoyed looking at her, the last time I went to dinner. But I was sorry only till the next surprise: it was just the two of us. Sue was nicely dressed up -- a slightly see-through black silk blouse with a black bra underneath (it was a warm evening), and a light loose wrap-around skirt that readily slipped off her knee; black tights, and a rich perfume. We shared a bottle of white wine before dinner, and a bottle of red with a delicious, and pre-prepared, stew. By nine o'clock, we were talking very warmly; she a little about Robert -- she was loyal and friendly but maybe a bit bored, and far more about Barbara, comparing her to Sue herself when she was eighteen, and talking about her own curiosity about sex at that age. This was the first time that sex had been mentioned since we met up again, and so, naturally, we moved on to a quick laugh about our own brief affair and a word about Edward's hurt feelings, and about the final planned occasion when in the end we had NOT met. We were sitting side by side on a long sofa, and as she turned to talk to me she tucked one knee up on the sofa. Yet again, her skirt slipped off her knee and she made no effort to replace it -- and wasn't she wearing stockings? wasn't that flesh I could glimpse up her thighs? A couple of buttons undone on her blouse showed she still wore her little bra high, so as to give her small breasts a tight little cleavage. As she talked, I began to feel that the way she was turning towards me and looking at me was a bit more than just flirtatious, and I began to tell her about my own life, and the recent hiccup in my marriage, and about how, since that fraught affair, I no longer believed in my own seduction sales talk of past years. She listened well, and then said that she had had a couple of affairs herself, one quite casual, but the other more serious, which had ended about three years ago when she realised that she couldn't leave Robert and take Catherine away with her; no real regrets now, but maybe her life was a bit routine sometimes, she said. Then a warm laugh, and she went to get a couple of brandies. When she came back she sat a bit closer, so that she couldn't turn towards me without our knees brushing, and suddenly the conversation became a bit halting, as I became very aware of her physical presence and her perfume -- had she put some more on when she went to fetch the brandy? I put an arm along the back of the sofa behind her, and she seemed to lean gently into it, so I softly moved it down onto her should and she slid towards me till she was leaning against my shoulder. A couple of sips of brandy, and we were suddenly kissing vigorously, wetly. Memories came sweeping back, the feel of her lips, her teeth and something about her movements; but I immediately realised that she was less nervous now than she had been then, more sure of herself. We both knew where we were going now. My hands went for her blouse buttons, brushed across her bra and down onto the flesh of her tummy, soft and plump, with folds as she sat; and her hands brushed down my chest to my leg, and then back, as she began to undo my shirt buttons. I brushed across her bra again, more firmly, feeling for her nipple, and found that it unclipped at the front. After a short struggle I undid it, pulled aside her bra and saw again those marvellous wide dark red areaolas on her little breasts, now with little dark hairs around them; her breasts weren't much bigger than before, when they had been little more than big puffy nipples, but they were a lot softer now, with a deep crease under them, but almost the whole of the breasts were covered with that deep red pigmentation, and her nipples hardened as I gently took then between my fingers. I lent down to kiss one of her nipples, to take it between my lips, and she shivered all through her body -- I had forgotten that her nipples were such a trigger. My other hand, resting on her knee, felt her thighs open and took the invited path. Yes! stocking-tops! and soft ample warm flesh above them. I had seen her skirt drawn tightly over her thighs, her hips and the wide rich curves of her arse, but it was only now that I was feeling her flesh that I realised how sumptuous her flesh had become. Her skirt was now open to the waist, with her knees wide open, but her plump white thighs were still just touching each other above her stocking-tops; and I could now see her panties -- not really panties, but loose little black lacy French knickers: no wonder I hadn't seen a panty line. She had me largely unbuttoned too, now -- my shirt and my trousers; her hand was running down over my prick and balls, through my cotton briefs, and then she reached in quickly, to touch the flesh of my cock. I laughed and said that I was horribly tied up in my trousers, and she replied that I knew just what to do about that. So I stood up and slipped off my trousers and briefs. Looking down at her, I could see her body properly for the first time, as she lay back along the sofa, her right foot on the floor and her left foot up on the sofa with her knee up. Her breasts were spilling sideways in her wide-open blouse and her thigh-tops were certainly not touching now! Around the loose lacy edge of her panties I could see a clear fringe of dark hair, and there was more hair down over her wide fleshy bum cheeks, at the base of her panties. Had she been as hairy down there before? She was certainly not as modest as before, when she had never really let me look at her naked. Those thighs were an open invitation, and I knelt down beside her, burying my face into the flesh above her stockings, while I reached over to play with her nipples, and then put my hand down to feel the flesh between her things and the soft hair on her bum. She reached down beside her to tickle and stroke the length of my shaft and down below to my balls, with a little touch a bit further down that made me jump with surprise and excitement. Soon I slipped a finger inside her panties and felt again those full fleshy outer lips and the deep crevice of her cunt, now sopping wet, and I slipped my finger quickly inside her, thrilled by soft warmth and moisture; then I found the little crinkles of her inner lips as I rubbed up to moisten her clitoris with her juices, seeking a gentle rhythm as I touched her. And should I kiss her there? that hadn't been allowed all those years ago. As I pulled the little gusset of her panties aside, she wriggled to help me and to loosen them where they were tightly caught between her bum cheeks, and then lifted herself to let me slip them right off her, lying wide open to my lips and tongue. With one hand I continued to play with her nipples, while with the other I felt beneath her, squeezing my fingers into her fleshy bum, and gently brushing up into the hairy crack between her cheeks. I lowered my face onto her, and for the first time inhaled the rich musky smell of her sex, as I extended my tongue, first to brush lightly the full length of her slit, and then to probe more, below at the entrance to her vagina, and up towards her clitoris. It was extraordinary to feel how her ample outer lips held my tongue in place, as if she was sucking my face into her sex. I was so excited by the feel of her flesh that for the moment I was attacking her from all sides, with my hands and my face and my tongue, but soon I slowed down and began to focus on her slit and her clitoris. But would she come? I remembered that she never had when we had been together before. At first, she wriggled and moved around restlessly, as if she couldn't settle down, but when I slowed down still more, and began to lick very softly and rhythmically across her clitoris, she gave a sigh and began to move gently in time with my tongue. A few flicks of my tongue down to her vagina let me realise just how wet she was, but I continued to touch her clitoris as she began to move more vigorously and breathe more deeply -- and then she was coming, with urgent gasps of breath, and 'oh my god, oh my god' as the spasms ran through her whole body, and she lay back quietly with a deep satisfied sigh, leaving my whole face wet with her juices. 'I want you inside me now', she said after a pause, 'I'll kiss you after, but I need you inside me NOW!' She hadn't kissed my cock before, either, so there was more to look forward to, but of course I accepted her invitation. She quickly undid the waistband of her skirt and slipped off her blouse, and I removed my shirt, and then she lay back on the sofa with her knees up and her legs open, ready for me. I knelt between her thighs and brushed my cock up and down her soaking wet fleshy slit, just touching my tip into her opening, and then, sooner than I had meant, I was deep inside her, as she pushed up to meet me and impaled my cock in her vagina. She was big inside, and very wet, but the fullness of her flesh was also deliciously firm, and held me closely, down the full length of my prick. I caught my breath for a second as I thought I might come immediately and paused for a few moments, but then began to seek out a slow rhythm as her thighs opened wide around her hips and I plunged my full length deep inside her. At the same time I lent forward and brushed her nipple with my mouth, making her shudder, and then took the nipple firmly between my lips, sucking it in the same rhythm as I was thrusting into her down below. Soon she began to move with me, and I realised that we were there, as she pushed her groin, then her breast, then her groin again up towards me, and I nipped her breast gently with my teeth just as she came with a shriek, pumping her big hips beneath me, running with her wetness. 'Thank you for waiting for me', she said with a wide soft smile, 'please come yourself now'. I didn't need a second invitation, and a quick glance at her nipples and the soft folds of her breasts pushed me over the edge, and I was pulsing deep inside her, wet in wet, flopped across her fleshy belly; a giggle of pleasure from her, and then a moment of quiet. 'Let's go upstairs -- it's more comfortable there', she said, and I followed her swinging rump up the stairs, longing to reach out and grasp her cheeks as they moved and wobbled, but held back for now. 'I'm going to wash, do come too', and I followed her into a spacious bathroom, with a toilet and a bidet. She quickly sat on the toilet with a smile and a sigh of relief, and peed for ages. I moved over to the bidet, trying not to make it too obvious how fascinated I was by the sound of her peeing, of the whoosh of her jet as it came out from between her lips and the splash in the water. She didn't wipe herself, but came over to me and offered to wash me. She soaped me gently all round my cock and below, round my balls and up under my bum; I shivered as she touched my anus, and she went back and stroked and tickled it some more, seeing how sensitive it was. It was her turn on the bidet now, and I returned the compliment, delighted to soap her hairy groin and to reach round with my fingers between her fleshy ass cheeks -- she certainly wriggled when I touched her anus for the first time. We dried each other and went through to her big bedroom -- a very feminine space -- and threw ourselves onto the wide bed. First I focused on her breasts, as they flopped sideways towards her armpits, but then she reminded me of what she had promised, and laid me on my back, kissing my nipples and belly, and then moving down towards my shaft, standing out fully erect from my body. She didn't immediately take it in her mouth, but licked round the base of my cock, then very gently nibbled along the side of it, almost as if it was a sweetcorn, and licked round the head before she took the tip in her mouth. With her big teeth, she couldn't get it that far into her mouth, but she nibbled very lightly round beneath my helmet, sending tingles throughout my body, before moving down to kiss and lick my balls and then further, just for a moment tickling my anus with the tip of her tongue. After she had explored me for some time, I told her it was my turn, and laid her on her back, to take another mouthful of her cunt lips, once again dripping with her juices; I licked a little down below her vagina, and touched her with my finger, whereupon she turned over and lay on her front with her thighs open, inviting my tongue and touch to explore her between those sumptuous arse cheeks. Lifting her hips up towards me, she opened herself so that my tongue could probe right into her arse, and she shivered as I tickled her puckered hole, relishing the feeling of her soft bum-flesh all around me as I wedged my nose and tongue into her crack. 'I want you inside me', she said, and turned slightly onto her side. I pulled back, not quite sure how she wanted me to take her, and lay down behind her. She gently pushed her arse towards me, and I slid my hard cock along her bum crack, brushing it against her little hole and then up and down between her cheeks. I didn't know whether she wanted me to penetrate her there, and just nudged my tip into her, asking 'Yes?' 'Yes, but gently', she replied, and I moved softly until suddenly my whole knob was inside her, beyond her tight sphincter; I moved around very slowly inside her without penetrating her any more deeply, till she pulled away a little and moved round so that she could lodge her larger, softer, wetter hole against my penis, and thrust herself deep down onto me. From behind, I could reach round and stroke her breast, and we again found our rhythm, till she came, thrusting her soft ass hard back against my belly as my cock was deep inside her. Then, after a pause, she began to move rhythmically up and down my cock and I realised that she was also flexing her cunt-muscles in time with her movements; the sensation was startlingly intense and suddenly I was there, again spurting deep inside her, as she gave a happy, satisfied little laugh at this demonstration of her prowess. 'Do stay over', she said, and I did. We had a gentle, straightforward fuck in the morning, front to front, with her soft thighs tight round me, and then both went off to work. Sue and her Daughter Barbara Ch. 02 In the first episode, I met up again with Sue in Brighton, over twenty years after our first brief affair, and caught a first glimpse of her eighteen-year-old daughter Barbara; a dinner with Sue turned into a very hot night. ---------------- Sue didn't immediately invite me round again and I didn't feel I should press her -- nothing had suggested she wanted us to get into a heavy scene. But a couple of weeks later she phoned and asked if I'd like to go round one afternoon, if it was sunny, and enjoy the privacy of their garden. I suggested a day, and she said, 'Come around three o'clock, and maybe stay for a bite to eat.' It was a hot day, hooray! I arrived, with bathing trunks and a towel, not knowing what to expect. Sue answered the door with a loose thin oriental drape wrapped round her, and beneath, I soon saw, only a tight black bikini. We went into the garden with a couple of beers, and she slipped off the drape. It was quite an old bikini, or perhaps bought a bit optimistically, as it was deliciously small on her; it was cut high on her hips, which left a lot of her fleshy bum showing, with soft creases across the tops of her thighs, and it was low on her waist, so that her flesh of he plump belly swelled out over the waistband. The bikini top was less tight, as her breasts were so small. 'Why not change into your trunks,' she said, 'no-one can see us here.' I did it quite casually, facing her and not hiding myself; she said nothing, but watched with a half smile. So we lay and chatted and drank, she on her front, with her bikini strap undone, casually raising herself from time to time on her elbows, so that I could see the soft flesh of her little breasts as they hung down below her. 'Barbara should be back around four,' she said. I hadn't seen Barbara for some time, and took this as a warning not to think of touching Sue now. Sure enough, Barbara arrived, clearly expecting to find me there, said 'hello! I'll go and get changed,' and came back with a glass of juice, wearing a little white bikini. This was the first time I had had a chance to see her body. Her breasts were tiny, scarcely pushing out the material of her bikini top, but her hips had widened and her bum had filled out, with firm but fleshy cheeks spreading out below the bikini bottoms, and the bikini seemed to be very tight on her hips -- last year's perhaps? -- girl's briefs on a budding woman's hips. Lying on her front, like her mother, she too undid her bra strap, but lay down carefully, showing nothing. Sue had done up her bra when Barbara returned, but undid it again, and then casually turned over on her back without replacing it, and her little breasts flopped sideways; they were soft, but still small, with their extraordinary deep pink areolas covering much of their flesh; and, when she sat up, they were loose enough to fall downwards towards the folds of flesh on her belly. Barbara seemed not at all surprised by her mother showing her breasts in front of her, but she did not follow suit. Around six, we dressed again, Barbara in a loose skirt and a teeshirt, with no bra, which hinted at the fact that she had big puffy nipples on her tiny breasts, like Sue's had been when I had first known her. Sue got us a light supper, and Barbara stayed with us, talking far more than she had the last time I had seen her; she asked me about my work, and told me about the exams she was taking, and the course that she was hoping to take at university that autumn -- in French language and literature, by coincidence at the university where I had previously taught; so she was interested in what I had to tell her about the place. Sue was happy to sit back and let Barbara talk; they seemed very close, almost reading each other's thoughts. I didn't know what was expected, but around nine Barbara said she needed to do some exam revision, and Sue said that she, too, had things she needed to do. It all seemed very relaxed and unfraught, though it left me with the fuel for an excellent wank later, my imagination vacillating between Sue's breasts and bum -- and Barbara's. ---------------- Another invitation from Sue a couple of weeks later; the good weather held, and this time Sue was topless beneath her kimono when she greeted me. When Barbara got home around four, she said, 'god, It's hot,' and came out into the garden with a drink but without changing. She pulled off her jeans and sat there with just a teeshirt and a pair of white cotton panties. But what would she do next? She finished her drink and then, with her back to me, slipped off her teeshirt -- no bra, of course; and then she lay down on her front. As she lay down, she was careful not to show her breasts, but, as the three of us talked, she became more animated and began to prop herself up on her elbows. As I had thought, her breasts were tiny, but her areolas very big, like Sue's; in fact, her breasts were really just these big soft rich pink buds, with scarcely any flesh around them, even as she lay with them hanging loose beneath her. There was no firm central button visible, but the wider pigmentation was wonderfully lavish; and her bum showed firm and round around the little white cotton panties. Sue had turned on her back, and after a little Barbara did too; her breasts were now just those soft richly pink buds pointing up, with no sign of sag. As we talked, she moved around, sat up, went into the house once without putting her top back on, so that I could watch those extraordinary rich buds from every angle. It was cooler later, we had a drink and then supper, and again both of them had things to get on with around nine. This time, there were no doubts, it was Barbara's breasts, and hers alone, that I nuzzled in my imagination as I masturbated back in my solitary bed. ---------------- 'This could become a habit,' Sue said as she invited me round the next week, 'but come earlier, for lunch; Barbara will be here as she has finished her exams.' Again, the weather did us a favour, and Sue greeted me, as before, in kimono and bikini pants; Barbara, again in her white bikini, was in the garden, but came in for lunch. Over lunch we shared a bottle of wine. Outside again after lunch, and Barbara too discarded her bikini top. Sue seemed rather hyper and giggly, and there was a slightly manic mood; Barbara seemed very alert and somehow on edge. Sue suddenly said, 'I can't bear these tight pants -- they cut into my skin; I should have bought some new ones.' She slipped them off, and lay completely naked on her front -- I could see the edges of her hair where it reached up onto her ample bum cheeks. I didn't follow her example, yet. Barbara was clearly very alert to what Sue was doing, and was half watching her, and half watching me watching her. Lying on my stomach, I soon had a semi-erection, and not just because of the pressure on the ground; far more so when Sue rolled over to lie on her back, and raised one of her knees, opening out the sumptuous flesh between her thighs to view, crowned by her plump hairy outer labia. Had Barbara ever seen her mother like this? And then Barbara said, 'I see what you mean; mine are too tight, too -- they are last year's,' and slipped off her little white bikini briefs, while still lying on her front. I tried not to look too hard or think too hard about this, but could not see much of her, since I could only see her from the side. I had to deal with this by some sort of joke. 'Are you expecting me to follow suit? I might get sunburned.' 'Yes,' Sue said with a giggle, 'you look pretty silly in those trunks.' I quickly slipped them off, lying on my front, hoping my excitement would not show. Barbara now raised herself on her elbows, and said that she needed another drink, and Sue asked her to bring drinks for us, too. She stood up, naked as she was, and walked away from us to the house, her soft rump swinging with a real rhythm as she walked. But it was only when she came back that I could see her whole body for the first time: her tiny richly-tipped, pointed breasts, her belly still quite long and lean above her swelling hips, and a splash of dark hair on her crotch; when she came close I could see that this hair stopped almost entirely above her lips; her outer lips were full and plump like her mother's, but seemed to be hairless, with a deep cleft between. Now I certainly had to stay lying on my front! Barbara knelt down facing me, with one knee on the ground, the other slightly sideways, to pour the drinks, and showed everything -- her plump lips were indeed almost hairless, and as she stretched I caught a momentary glimpse of little crinkled inner labia within her cleft. It was hard to hold the glass steady as she poured! Then she lay back like her mother, one knee raised, showing the firm round curve of her bum cheeks below that fleshy slit, but it looked so pale and clean beside her mother's rich growth of hair. Sue's slit looked deeper and fatter, perhaps looser, while Barbara's plump outer lips were firm and taut. I must have looked a bit silly, rootedly lying on my stomach, trying to conceal what this extraordinary sight was doing to me. But in the end I joked that the sun was going to burn my arse, and turned over, lying on my side with my knees drawn up, so as to make my erect cock look less prominent. But I could see that Barbara was looking at it, and maybe watching to see if Sue was looking; and Sue was watching Barbara watching. But we began to talk again, and gradually the whole situation came to feel more natural, though I found it hard to tear my eyes away from the parade of thighs and labia that they had opened out in front of me. Around five o'clock Sue suddenly said, 'I'm afraid I've got to go out now -- to see a friend who's having troubles.' I half sat up as if to go, but she added, 'Do stay for supper if you can; I've left some food for you and Barbara.' 'Yes, do stay if you can,' Barbara quickly added. ''Bye then,' Sue said, standing before us completely naked; 'I won't be back till late, so won't see you tonight; you must come over again soon.' She gave me a quick amused grin, and went indoors, carrying her bikini briefs, her fleshy rump swinging as she walked. Of course I stayed. It was still quite hot, and Barbara and I stayed out in the garden, both naked; I couldn't get my trunks back on without making my excitement very obvious. Barbara started talking -- not so much about school, but about her girlfriends and how they talked about boys -- some of them claiming they had slept with them, but what they said about what had happened was so vague that she didn't believe them. She said that she, Barbara, didn't want to do it with some spotty teenager behind a toolshed, with someone who knew little more about it than she did. She was lying on her right side, facing me, and sometimes raising her left knee, giving me quick glimpses of the length of her slit. I was facing her, too, and watching her as she talked -- I didn't really know what to say in response. Yes, she did sometimes touch herself, she said, and found that she could excite herself, but she didn't think she had made herself come. A couple of times she had kissed intensely with a boy she knew and he had clumsily touched her inside her panties; this had excited her a lot, but he had just felt around, not knowing where to focus, where to touch her. As I was lying facing her, she could see my cock. I bent my legs so that it looked a bit less aggressive, but of course it was semi-erect, its head fully exposed, out of my foreskin. She was shifting around a lot as she talked and fidgeting restively, and for a bit she sat facing me with both of her knees up, showing me the whole length of her podgy slit and the soft rounded bum cheeks below. I talked a bit, too, about how long it had taken me to discover what to do with girls and actually to do it, and how I felt one was always learning, and what a pleasure it was to feel someone really enjoying themselves under one's hands, in one's arms. She was listening closely. 'Tell me more about what people enjoy,' she said. I answered that everyone was different, but mentioned hands, wrists, ears and necks, and even toes -- 'as well as the more obvious places.' I had to try to talk as coolly and dispassionately as I could, since if I really thought about what I was saying to this gorgeous, inquisitive naked teenager I would get hugely erect and would find it difficult not to reach out and show her in practice all the places I meant. We said nothing about her mother, and she gave no inkling whether she knew how well I knew her, in the past, or now. It was now around 6.30 and cooler, and she said, 'Let's go in and I'll fetch us something to eat.' I slipped on my clothes and followed her indoors as she walked, still naked, holding her little bikini, and went upstairs to her room. She had touched me just once, gently on the wrist, when she suggested we should go indoors. Soon she came down, in a loose cotton skirt and a teeshirt, looking more like a girl than the naked imminent woman I had been talking to and ogling in the garden. She brought out some bread and paté and a bottle of white wine, and we chatted casually as we ate, about Brighton and what it was like to live there. There was no sign that she had anything else on her mind, but I could not forget the vivid image of her sitting naked in front of me in the garden, just a few minutes before, her knees open, talking about her attempts to touch herself and explore her own body. I had no idea what the evening would bring.