Kelly realized too late what Julie was referring to in saying she wanted to go home. Her hand, slipping under her mom's turquoise panty and into her wetness, was already there.
Julie's inexperienced fingers twisted and circled, seeking her mother's secret spot. Kelly writhed all over the rug before -losing all sense of decorum- she hissed at her daughter, "Take Mommy's panties off of her baby . . . Hurry!!"
Julie, giggling, raised up, hooking a pair of fingers on the sides of the panties, and pulled them down. She held them up for a brief moment, like some kind of trophy, before tossing them unceremoniously aside.
She moved slowly, carefully, like a cat stalking its prey; using both hands, she gently parted her mother's thighs, before positioning herself in between them. Kelly's only re
