“I'm sorry, darling. It all happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to warn you.” Isabel said. She came forward and folded Samara into her arms. She returned the embrace warmly, feeling her mother's hands slip under her shirt and stroke her back. With a start of surprise, she felt the clasp of her bra come undone.
With a wicked grin, Isabel spun Samara's bra in her hand, then flipped it onto the table, luckily avoiding the food. Sam's mouth opened wide, trying to frame an appropriate reaction, but was cut off as Isabel sat in a chair and leaned back comfortably.
“Stupid to wear a bra in this heat, mi tesora. So much more comfortable to let your titties hang free. And when they are big and beautiful like yours, why not show them off? So did you finally escape the policia?”
Sam nodded.
