At the mother.
At his robe.
She — upside down, hair hanging, both legs still in the air, his mouth doing what his mouth was doing — received the instruction.
Her hands found the lower robe's ties.
The flat, upside-down, both-hands-working, finding-the-tie quality of hands operating in a position they had not been designed for but were doing the work regardless — and the tie came loose, the flat, present, loosening quality of it.
She pulled.
The robe's lower half.
Her fingers at the fabric, the flat, present, removing-it quality of someone undressing another person from the specific, inverted, upside-down, face-at-the-level-of-the-robe position.
The fabric moved.
It came away from the relevant location.
His cock was free.
The flat, warm, present, substantial, heavy, everything-the-morning-had-produced quality of it swinging forward — and in her inverted position with her face at his lower front, the specific, forward, forehead-level quality of its arrival was what it was.
