The Vicar’s got internet access now hasn’t he? (Betty was at least aware of this – she had been instrumental in introducing me to the vicar and ... had helped him set up the site.) Should we e.mail him – give him the address and let him see those nice big titties of yours? (She gave a stifled sob and a tiny shake of her head)“I’ve always liked looking at your tits, Betty. I remember the first time I saw the naked. You really should be more careful when you get changed under a towel!”I saw the. And I could smell her. Smell her arousal. And touch her. We fell on her big bed together.My pants and underwear were off in no time. I remember my dick now freed and erect, hard as stone. Before I could do anything at all, orgasm roared through my whole body and I ejaculated wildly and forcefully in all directions. I was embarassed as soon as I recovered, but granny just laughed. „Oh not so experienced at all, it seems.“ as she was massaging my dick back into erection. I couldn't even detect. To smell our mother's panties. I felt so naughty.My sister's hands roamed my body. She cupped my small titties with both her hands, squeezing and kneading them. Her thumbs swept across my areolas and nipples. She rubbed them, pressing them into my breasts. It made me ache and throb. I whimpered into our mother's panties, heat blossoming between my thighs.“Mmm, yes, yes, that's it, my sister-slut, just rub okaasan's panties on your face,” she moaned. “Is it making your cunt wet?”“Yes,. I doubt it though or your father wouldn't have put her in charge of you. Personally I think Camille is trapped into a situation where her husband didn't want her anymore and panned you off onto her. Instead of hating what your father has done to you and being mad at him, you are taking it out on her. She has nearly died from trying to give you a home which could have become a deathtrap for both of you. All of this is something to think about." I hate you for thinking my Daddy did that to me. He.