"Here we go," Charlotte smirked to herself, naughtily, then lightly knocked on the door before opening it.
"f**k, f**k," Lyla began spluttering, looking-up from her sister's soaking-wet p***y.
"Don't mind me!" Charlotte grinned.
"s**t," spluttered Lyla again.
"Uh...um...hi Charlotte," Shyla smiled nervously.
"Having fun?" asked Charlotte with a smile, now totally turned-on at the sight of the naked girls. Both young women seemed a bit nervous to be naked in front of their own mother, and in the circumstances she'd caught them in, but they didn't seem nearly as ill-at-ease as they should have been.
"Yeah," Lyla replied, still nervous, "Erm...we weren't doing nothing. Well, we were...but y'know, we didn't think there was any harm in it."
"There isn't any harm in it," grinned Charlotte
