Luis had been dropping subtle hints in his conversations with them. It was precisely because of all that pre-established groundwork that the mother-daughter pair ultimately gave their half-reluctant, half-consenting agreement to this absurd arrangement.
Even though neither knew the other's identity, for these respectable women, this was undoubtedly a brave attempt they could make only because of their deep love for this man.
Luis reached out with both hands, grasping the breasts of the mother and daughter, each with a distinctly different feel, and began to knead them. The mother, Yana, was incredibly soft, while the daughter's were full of firm, springy elasticity.
Kneading them was especially thrilling. Though they were also highly aroused, both bit down on their silver teeth in shame, refusing to let out a sound.
