The 'phones were well insulated against sound, and the music should cover anything that got through the insulation.I then guided Molly's quaking form ...o recline upon the table where I had made my preparations. The straps of my home-made harness were wide, soft nylon - strong but not too harsh on tender flesh. I velcroed her securely into it, placed flip-flops on her feet, then helped her stand.It took a little time and a great deal of care to guide her safely up the stairs, out the back door. Hang in there mate we are all with you!Ron.The letter felt like a blessing, a heart warming gesture that madeHeather remember that she had friends. She clenched the letter to herchest before grabbing a quill when suddenly she was distracted by anoise. It was coming from the girl's dormitory. It was low, buzzing andeerie. She left the quill and letter down on the coffee table. She drewher wand as she slowly walked into the girl's dorm. She could see abright green light around the corner. She. The pair were so alike, only two years apart in age. They both had huge, soft breasts and fat nipples. Their hair differed, Mom’s bleached blonde contrasting with Aunt Vicky’s black, their tresses brushing around my mom’s shoulder. They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C’s and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father owned both sisters before he died.Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky’s letters, belonged to my father even. "Are you sure about this?" I asked as I swung my legs from under the table so she could see the bulge in my pants."If that's as big as I think it is...then yes." She beamed, "Definitely!"I stroked my stiffening cock as she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head ."What a pair of beauties!" I whistled as she dropped the vest on the floor."Do you think so?" Marie giggled as she squeezed them and lifted one to her mouth to suck the nipple while sliding her other hand back down the front of her red.