The hooks at the end of the ropes were connected to the wooden nipple clamps and the other end of the ropes went over the bar of the metal frame in fr...nt of Jessica. Rachel hung one of the big metal buckets from the hooks on the other ends of the ropes. Rachel also unrolled the third piece if rope, which was a lot shorter, not even a foot in length. She connected one side to the handle of the second bucket and put it down next to Jessica's rack. Then she turned her attention back to the pear of. As always Lisa was more than understanding. Shesimply smiled at my ineffective effort and had me roll the stocking downand try again. This time she watched me more closely, telling when toapply more tension and when to slow down.That was when I really felt it for the first time. Felt the gentle way astocking hugs a leg. Felt too the smooth glide of cool, delicate nylonover genuinely naked flesh. It was thrilling, erotic, and devilishlydeviant, and I loved it. In an instant I understood why. Neither is willing to see the other's threat become reality, so we have a standoff. Assuming they are thinking straight." I will make sure they are aware of the possibility, as you knew I would." Good, now enough shop talk," I said, standing and undoing the top button of the sweater I wore. The sweater I wore because Chris loves to see me in them. "You and I have some catching up to do, don't we?"A long week in Boston with Chris did a lot to remind me of my humanity. I hadn't been feeling it. Her labia were engorged with blood and they were just spread a bit open inviting my eyes to look inside her womanhood. There, at the top of her pussy were a few small drops of her wetness making her lips shine in the light. My hands, one on either side of her leg move ever so closer to the light blonde hair that barely covered her pussy. When I got to the top of her leg it didn't make any difference to me any more that she was my mother-in-law, I had to touch her womanhood. I leaned in close to.