Until Becky was soon tracing the feather on Mom's thighs where the skirt barely covered her pussy.Mom willing parted her legs wider and wider as Becky...toyed with the feather softly and slowly pushing it up higher under the skirt, and I noticed how Mom's hips began to twitch as the feather inched closer and closer to her mound."Becky... Oh, you're driving me crazy! Kiss the spot. Kiss my leg," Mom begged as Becky stayed silent and kept toying with the feather. Finally, it glazed Mom's pussy. The hard fucking with a BBC would probably amaze them.The idea was to get ‘caught’ watching this when they came down the stairs or were paying to leave. Even if they didn’t see what was on the screen, right away, they would hear the moaning and gasping going on. Out of curiosity they would look.There was nothing for a few nights then, on Saturday night, around 8:30 2 guys pulled in on a pretty nice scooter. The one guy was maybe 35, the other younger and cuter; almost feminine looking. I looked. The King and his royal family live in the south wing. We were escorted to the north wing where I found my parents waiting for me.There was nothing to report, other than the good doctor sent me away to get some rest until tomorrow. Once we covered that, Hawk left for meetings at the US Embassy, and Polly stayed with me while I got ready to lie down.She was very chatty."Do you like the Palace? Did you see any of the Royal Family downstairs? Would you like to go sightseeing after you rest a little. My head snapped up. Both girls fidgeted, both clearly nervous about something. The older girl looked as if she had been caught in a mouse trap. The younger one, Shell, might have been dealing with an internal struggle."You aren't supposed to do that where people can see." Shell kept her voice to a whisper, but the room was so quiet she might have hollered.Lynn's face turned bright red. She jumped up and ran out of the kitchen."Mom!" Lynn tried to preempt the expected disaster.All eyes turned to.