I wasn't sure why they sent me these but I ignored it for now. Thesleep restraint was scaring me the most. It was like a jumble of strapswith hooks on...it. I tried to fold it out neatly and it looked weird. Itook the folder and looked up the items to get more information.What I learned was... Demoralizing. The sanitary pads were for keepingunderwear clean due to leaking pre ejaculate fluids. The sleep restraint,it was a jockstrap but only the straps and they ended in hooks. The hookswere meant. She arched her back and rested her hands back onto his chest for support, then raised herself until he was barely inside her before grinding down onto him again. The rain gathered on the leaves of the tree splashed down onto her naked breasts and torso as the wind blew and the thunder echoed. He reached up and massaged her tits with warm hands, rubbing the rain water into the soft flesh. They both moaned in pleasure as she bounced on his stiff cock, quickening her pace as their pleasure and. Little did she know what affect she was having on me while I tried to pretend to be asleep. She sat on the dressing table stool facing me and after rolling her tan stockings in her hand, she began to unroll them back up her legs. Six suspender clips held them up before pulling on a white pair of panties, a casual dress was pulled over her head to finish off her dressing. Mom came and shook me“Are you a wake yet”I give a sleepy stir and a yawn before speaking“I am now mom”“Time to get up, we. I could have chosen a place other than her ass to grasp. It was instinctual, I swear. "I don't know if that's a good idea." And it was my bad habits that put my lips on hers, kissing her back with the same urgency that she'd demonstrated with me. My head was spinning, holding Hermana but kissing Sissy.And then the clock struck. My legs slid out from under me as I fell into the tub. I had the good sense to let go of Hermana, rather than pulling her down with me into the tub. I heard footsteps.