"Now that's bullshit," she laughed "you've probably thought of giving her a rogering already." "Never" I said maintaining my mock seriousness "I would...never interfere with a guest no matter how much I'd love to fuck them senseless."We both had a good laugh and I returned my attention to the fucking computer."This thing shits me," I said hitting the well-worn reset button for the umpteenth time. "I knew I should have bought another Mac."We went back to work organising the day's activities and. Eve found her mother and Innocence locked in embrace, or with Innocence’s penis firmly embedded in an orifice, or her mother’s mouth gulping at the length of it, in so many different places. In the living room, between the plastic model of a precious Chinese vase and the sofa. On her mother’s bed or in the guest room. In the garden between the hyacinths and rhododendrons. At all times and at all places. Her mother’s fuller breasts wobbled in their growing looseness as, crouched down, she took. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into the rock on the far side of the room. Candlebraums gave the place. And that included the actresses I'd seen in the movies.When she'd come to visit Mom, I'd find some excuse to enter the kitchen, just to look at her. She seemed always to be wearing black nylon stockings and four or five inch high heels and I think she knew that excited me by the way I tried to catch glimpses of her nylon legs without her knowing. Many times Diana didn't wear a bra and the sight of the bumps her nipples made in her blouse caused my cock to harden. I often fantasized about.