I hung up my apron thenminced into the living room, my dress swishing, my nylons zipping witheach wiggling step. Lane watched with a quiet satisfied ...mile as I tookmy seat on the couch, crossed my shiny nylon stockinged legs with a loudzipping sound and smoothed my dress. As I picked up my knitting doingonly those ladylike things that were now expected of me I quietlycontinued on with the needlepoint I had started weeks earlier at Lane'sinsistence. Lane quietly smiled then turned his. "Rose smiled at the blonde woman. "Yes please, enjoy yourself, Cilla. Let me take care of our guests."As it turned out, Priscilla stayed with Rose anyway for most of the evening. They drew a lot of interest as both were new to society. Priscilla satisfied their curiosity by explaining that she was the widow of the late Major Marston-Smith, formerly of the 13th Rajputs, and Rose had to repeat her own vita at least ten times. It was the whitewashed version of it, but even so she found that some. “I’ve had sex with Mom, I’ve fucked Izzy more than once, and Gwen and Abby are fucking.”:The reactions to his bombshell announcement were as varied as his family members. Abby perked up, snorting “I knew it!” as she looked at her mother and her eldest sister before looking over at Gwen, making a suggestive look in her direction.Izzy looked over at her stepmother, shocked, catching her mother’s return look, Riki mouthing the word “Izzy?” as she turned, blushing to confront her stepson.“You can’t. I traced the vibrator around my breasts, rolling over my nipples; I was so horny my hips were already squirming against the bed. I could feel my pussy almost dripping, aching for the familiar touch of the vibrator. I continued to trace with the vibrator, across my tummy, then to my hairy patch. I laid it flat against my mound, letting the tip just barely touch my wet lips. His voice purred through my mind again as I slipped the vibrator between my lips. Feeling the vibrator graze my engorged.