Mom's Towel 2

"Come on now, sweety," Natalie said as she looked at that loose
fitting top, "won't you just let me see your lovely breasts?" 
Natalie's eyes gleamed with excitement as Tammy started to unbutton
it, "Well, maybe. Afterall, Mrs. Evans, what's the real harm? Aren't
we both girls?"
Natalie nodded, getting up from the couch, as Tammy removed the
top. Approaching Tammy, she commented, as she palmed her hands against the little girl's exposed breasts, "Gee, sweety, nice and firm."
Tammy didn't seem to mind Natalie's hands on her breasts, actually
enjoying it. Just as Natalie began to carress her nipples, causing
them to swell up instantly, Tammy slipped her hands against the almost
exposed breasts of the woman in front of her. Doing so caused the robe to part completely affording her a complete view of Mrs. Evans'
body. Feeling somewhat bold, actually excited, she slipped a hand
toward the blond forest.
Just as her hand grazed against its upper fringes, Natalie pulled her hand away, rebuking, "Oh, no, you don't sweety." Stepping backwards she commented, "Just let me see what you got." Crossing her
arms thereby hiding her breasts from Tammy, she stanced a pelvic thrust, and stood there, glaring at Tammy, wondering, anticipating, what could be under the pants. "Come on now, sweety," she whispered,
a little excitement in her voice, "I bet you got a pretty pussy. Don't you, Tammy?"
"Well," Tammy answered, somewhat embarrassed by her blunt remark, 
"I never really thought much about it." Looking at Natalie, who had by now discarded the robe completely, she added, "Mine has darker hair, you know. And maybe you won't see too much."
Meanwhile Kim was wondering, "I wonder what could be going on in
there," as she ate a pretzel.
"Yeah, I'm curious too, Kim," Mark said, slurping his soda,
"I mean, if it is Tammy, and I'm sure it is, well, afterall, it's
been a good ten minutes since she got here. Wonder what's going
on."
"Don't always be so nosey, bro," Kim shot back in a rebuking tone
of voice, "maybe mom's just talking to her. Afterall, Mark, you know
that mom likes her and all, and well, maybe, she just wants to talk."
Thinking a moment, licking her tongue against the rim of the glass and
wetting it against the soda, she sipped deeply, adding, "Let's just
let mom talk. Okay?"
Disappointingly Mark sat down, sighing, "Yeah, I guess."
"Well, Tammy," Natalie replied as she looked at the tight blue jeans, "even so, I'd really like to see your lovely pussy." Looking
her in the eye, she winked, adding, "Come on, sweety, please. Let me
judge, for myself, if it's actually something to look at . . . and
caress."
"Oh, Mrs. Evans," Tammy shot back quickly, "you're so funny." She
undid the button, adding, rather bluntly, not believing what she was
saying, "It's just a pussy. Not much to see really." As she started to unzip her jeans, she continued, "I mean, you know, boys probably 
have more to see than us girls do."
Natalie laughed, remarking, "Oh, sweety, they sure do. Believe me
they do."