Earlier, as part of their alcoholic session, Harry had confided to Sally that one sex scenario he loved was to have a lady take the initiative and som...times to be dominated and tied down on a bed. “So you like being anchored: tied down eh? Dominated by a lady. Perfect,” she said rhetorically, smiling. Sally reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out four handcuffs and told him to get into position, spread, star shaped, on the bed. Harry’s eyes opened wide but did as instructed without a. From behind his hiding place, Jeff could hardly believe what he was seeing! He had always had a mild crush on his beautiful sister which had gotten much worse in the last year. Being a twin, he had a special empathy with julieanne, delighting in her good moments and sympathetic to her inevitable bad days. Unfortunately, Jeff went into a deep funk when julieanne met brad. He had buried himself in his computer games to try to forget her, but it hadn’t worked. Jeff was as horny as ever, and as he. "Come on Peter, fuck your mother, I want you to do it now," she said looking direct at me."My name isn't Peter and I'm not your son!" I said to her but my eyes were firmly focused between her legs."Of course you're Peter and you have always fucked me, every day sometimes."I realised now the woman was not at all with it and it wasn't sleepwalking, for she was coherent and mobile. Then it struck me, she was suffering from dementia and was reliving her past. Her son Peter must have been having it. "If you want to get to know me better, I wouldn't say no," she confessed. "If you and Penha both want to get to know me better, I would definitely not say no. I know you both don't want kids and I've never wanted kids myself, so there are no worries on that front. I can prove my negative status if you need that information as well. So, if you want to take this to the level I'm guessing you both do, just give me a sign."She said this all in a quivering monotone, half gasping it out as if.