The next morning I woke and went to the kitchen to find Cindy looking sleepy in a bathrobe, sipping coffee. She smiled and said good morning as I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table opposite her. I asked her where dad was and she said he had meetings all day. We sat there for a few minutes quietly before she asked me how I was feeling. That opened the flood gates and we discussed sex and other things for nearly an hour and we emptied the pot of coffee. I couldn't believe how turned on I was hearing her tell me that dad was an animal when he got home and they fucked three times, something she said dad never did.
It was so odd, hearing this woman I hated a month ago telling me how good my father was at eating pussy and how even though he didn't have a long penis, it was quite thick and quite satisfying according to her. I couldn't believe I was thinking of my dad in sexual terms and it was making me hot.
I was also getting hot looking at Cindy. Her bathrobe would slip open every so often and I would get a glimpse of her pretty breasts. I was feeling very naughty and getting very brave, "remember when you told me I should give myself a trim?" I asked referring to her last comments yesterday before she left me in my room. She said that men loved a shaved woman and that being Italian, I was a bit extra in the hairy department. I wanted to know how I should go about trimming or shaving myself since I have never done it. "well, do you like the way this looks?" with that she slid her chair out from under the table and opened her robe.