If it had been an overnight change, Mary would have been overwhelmed and terrified, and run back to the bland, dull life on medication. But, it hadn't...happened all at once. Day by day, her mind returned, and for the first time in years, she was masturbating again. It took several tries before the pleasure came without the guilt and even more before she allowed herself to fantasize. Eventually, Mary was free enough to let her son's best friend join her in the land of pretend. She expected a bolt. Understood?” He asks patiently. “Sir, yes Sir.” I respond.So, I'm rigged up now, hanging in mid air about 5 feet off the ground at mouth to crotch level with Daddy. He likes suspending us higher he says, because of his height and the fact that he can raise and lower us at his will. But when he does lower us, we know that we are in for a special treat. With his left hand he flicks on the hand held massager. “Do you want this, baby girl?” he teases, flicking it off again. I sigh in exasperation. I spent the rest of the day seeing the sights, strolling through the Indian market, picking among the baskets of green chilies, mangoes, and the bright red pepper called aji, buying several pairs of the crude, massive golden earrings that the women haul down from the secret mountains in cardboard boxes, then a short trip outside town to a series of caverns that were even more spectacular (although somewhat smaller) than the famous ones at Carlsbad, new Mexico. By the time I returned it was. You may find the previous parts’ link above. After the lunch, we all were ready for the foursome. Everyone was damn excited. Before we were in action, i suggested to take a hot bath to clean and freshen ourselves. The idea was readily accepted.[In the bathroom]We all four undressed ourselves and entered the bathroom. The girls were looking superhot.. Those dancing boobs with erect nipples, shining cunts with traces of cum and juices, sexy white milky bodies gave us boys a hard on again. Being.