I smiled. "I didn't feel like drinking tonight. Didn't seem like a good idea."
Tara sat and looked at me. She took a long sip, letting her mouth linger on the lip of the glass, and as she drank, I saw her tongue tickle the ice. She put the glass down. "Yeah, good idea."
I went to refill the pitcher. As I turned out of the kitchen and opened the slider, Tara stood between me and the pool.
"I'm hot." She said.
I stopped, stunned, as my daughter flipped off her shirt, her breasts jostling, then shoved her shorts off. She stood briefly and I stared. Her skin pale, her thick, black pubic hair a contrasting exclamation point between her legs. She turned and dove into the pool. I didn't drop the pitcher, I managed to put it down as my daughter swam one lap in the pool, returning to the end fr
