Polly had been showing them the ropes to her successful flower shop when she died one night. She had left both the house and her business to her only ...iving relatives, her niece and nephew Mia and Sam Malone. Mia woke early on a steamy May morning and slid a smooth white dress shirt over her tank top and panties. It was the one thing she’d taken from her marriage to Frank. He’d thrown it at her the day she left, yelling that she had worn it more than he ever did (which was true, she preferred. ONCE ON ALL FOURS HE STARTED TO GROPE MY BUM LIKE SOME OLD PERVERT,WHICH TURNED ME ON EVEN MORE.THEN HE RUN HIS FINGER FROM MY BALL SACK RIGHT UP MY CRACK PUSHING A LITTE HARDER AS HE WENT OVER NY NOW TWITCHING HOLE,THERE WAS SOME RUSTLING SO I TURNED TO SEE KEN DROP HIS ROBE TO THE FLOOR.HIS COCK WAS HARD NOW,IT LOOKED AMAZING ,IT WAS COVERED IN BIG THICK VEINS AND HIS BIG FAT HELMET WAS PURPLE AS IT WAS STRAINING TO BE RELIEVED,USING MY BODY TO DO IT.THEN HE CLIMBED ON THE BED BEHIND ME ,I. My free hand pulled the nightie above her navel so I could see what lay between her legs — the abundant dark brown kinky hair, the slippery pinkness beneath and my two fingers moving in and out.My whole body was quivering and I felt inadequate but also desperate. Strangely I wanted to make mother happy, my selfish need to peek and then touch had dissolved with my discoveries. My mouth latched on her closest nipple as my two fingers moved steadily in and out of her sex. She was whimpering and. He gave her a shove and ran to me with her panties ignoring the beautiful shaved pussy that had been right there in front of him. I already had a pitcher full of beer waiting for him. The girl calmly lowered her skirt back down into place and came up to me for her free drink. I stamped her right hand and had her fill out a form for me. I put a numbered sticker on her panties and then on the form. I wanted to be able to identify who those panties belonged too. I could sense that I would get.