Chapter 55 My Daughter And Her Boyfriend(1)

• There is a story I have to tell. We are the stories that weave our lives together. We are nothing but a story, a (hopefully pleasant) experience of what we hear, smell, and feel. We live. I am Angela. My daughter's name is Marlene. The little, little princess Marlene. I am 40 years old and my daughter is 24. Aesthetically there is not much difference between us, we are both brunettes, with brown eyes, big breasts and prosperous buttocks.
• We're Mediterranean and when we go out together it's not difficult for guys' eyes to compete over which of our asses to land on. I think my daughter is a bit annoyed by this situation. There may be a bit of competitiveness between us, but I can't help it if on that blessed day Mother Nature decided that mother and daughter should be united by this sexy streak.
• I'm married to John. We have an active and satisfying sex life. I consider myself a still-pleasing woman, capable of satisfying one man. Or several men, that is. If you know what I mean. Marlene is enrolled in a very expensive university that her father and I support with every effort. We want a great future for her.