What's the rub?"Diana turned to fully face her Prime. "She hasn't spent any of the money we've sent her. She apparently somehow realized that I was ch...cking her account balances. Heck, she gave me her passwords so I could transfer money into her account. I guess she figured I would check on her balances. She's been transferring the money we sent her into a separate account." So? It's her money. What's wrong with that?" Like I said, she hasn't spent a dime of it. She's just put it into another. Sure, incest was legal, but she couldn't bear the thought of failure. Moreover, she didn't want to be a threat to her own mother...The night was warm, and a gentle breeze wafted into the room. Bridgette stretched, and felt the thin cloth of her nightgown press against her breasts. They had been stitched keeping in mind her mother's figure, which was not so rich were the breasts were concerned. Hers were bigger than her mother's, while her curves were not as full. The nightgown therefore gave. “angie, you should spread your legs so I can wash your private area, it gets really dirty in the day, so I have to wash it” I said happilyWithout saying anything, she spreads her legs so I can start “cleaning” her pussy. I first start rubbing her belly, she seems to like that, then I start descending onto her legs and start tickling her feet, she really likes that. Then finally when I have her trust I start rubbing her small little pussy lips, “ohh” she shouts, surprised“Oh I’m sorry Angie, did. He was dreading going inside. There was no telling what he’d find when he got inside. He sat in his car staring off into the distance.Stacy said, “One guy and six women in a clothing optional house. You must be in heaven.”“Hell is more like it,” Gary said. “Don’t forget that one of those women is you.”“That still leaves you five women, mister ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em, ‘“ Stacy said.“Damn it! I was eighteen! I was young, dumb, and full cum,” Gary shouted. “She threw herself at me with her legs.