Mom looked at me, then to Ellie, her mind clearly riddled with not only doubt but downright fear, something I had never seen on my Mom in my whole life. "Yes, I think so," she finally admitted.

"So there you have it," Miranda said.

"There we have what?" Ellie asked, close to orgasm, but unable to come simultaneously with having this bizarre conversation.

"Should we let you finish?" Miranda asked considerately, acknowledging the obvious.

Ellie didn't waste any time, just nodding an affirmation and closing her eyes as she moved her hand to her clit and began rubbing as she demanded, "Finger me, slut!"

Dana didn't hesitate, sliding two fingers...