She had left mummy, my MIL’s widowed sister to take care of my needs and look after the house. But my needs were more than food. So the thought of h...ving sex with mummy, my MIL’s sister crept in my mind. And the best part of it was that even mummy felt the same way.I kissed on both her cheeks as I moved closer to her. I placed my hands on her waist moving closer to her feeling the heat of her body. Our bodies were brushing and feeling against each other. I raised her head lifting by her chin. She pulled her hood over her head. Here we go again. She braced herself as she opened the door, holding her arm up against all of the flashing lights. The paparazzi were out in full force this morning, covering every inch of her front lawn. She blinked quickly, trying not to be blinded as she tried to escape. After what seemed like ages, she finally managed to get in her car. She sighed, rubbing her eyes, feeling as if this day would be too long all ready. She revved the engine to tell the. It was so hard not to want to just sit in the showers and wank watching those guys with their big dicks semi hard. Things changed when someone came up to me one afternoon and wanted to make a complaint, it wasn’t about me of course (they would have gone to the big boss man, and besides I never made it too obvious that I was checking out the guys in there as I checked pipes or just called to a guy whether the hot water was working). No, this complaint was about the back of the locker room where. This was so wrong! I was feeling up a unconscious girl! What kind of person was I? I got up off the bed and left the room to pace in the hallway. Oh my god, did I actually just feel up a sleeping xx year old? I was torn. In one hand I was so incredibly turned on and on the other hand I knew what I was doing was illegal and wrong on so may levels. I walked past he open bedroom door. There she lay spred out, her dress hiked up around her hips, her shirt pushed up and her bra opened. I felt.