I had to admit, Max and his sister both had great arses. Small, petite and firm. They both have similar builds I suppose.Then Max took off his speedo ...wimsuit and again gave us both a bit of a show and he bent over slowly sliding the wet lycra swim briefs down to his ankles. Yes, I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. Alexander must have seen how I was getting close to just leaving so he asked me if I get to play with Laura’s arse.“Hell no, she’d slap me if I did that.”Since he wasn’t. I was so drunk that I was fumbling with words. She helped me with my bag, watch purse and she even took off my shoes and socks. I went into bathroom, puked, washed and comeback wearing only my boxer shorts( I wear very small and loose boxers under my jeans).I was getting back my senses but was still unable to balance myself. She was waiting for me half drowsy and she was first time in such a dress. She was wearing a very loose cotton slip and equally loose cotton shorts with hanging a string. 22Her midweek curfew started at seven thirty.As usual the house was empty.She did half an hour of chores, made him some supper, then settled down and opened Davina’s file.It was empty. Just blank leaves of sketching paper. Except the top sheet had writing on it.Thanks boss.I expect an A+!!! xxxDWearily she laid out the paper, fetched her crayons and started to draw.Worst of all, was not knowing how things stood. For 72 hours, after the infamous weekend, George and Davina had blatantly had sex. My body responded to an unfathomable desire.When she lifted her right leg over my left shoulder to give me better access to her vulva I nearly fainted. Looking up at her, I grabbed her raised leg with my left hand and with my other hand touched her pussy.“For God’s sake, Natasha, lick my fucking cunt.”But the stern voice of decades of indoctrination shouted back: “It is a dirty deadly sin. Don’t do it.” Mother’s soft shameful warning about my unmentionables stopped me in my tracks and dried my.