That wasn't like me, yet I couldn't seem to stop as the rage would rise up and take over for a few minutes." She chuckled at one thought, "I will admi... though, kicking that gnome up out of the basement shop was enjoyable without the rage to back it. He was a snotty little shit until he found out who my woodworking teachers were." I know who Tama, and I am in awe of your skill as a wood worker. Watching you cut a simple bow in a day like you did a few weeks ago for the young archer was amazing.. After a brief pause, Dad lay on his back and Mum climbed on top of him, again reaching down to insert him inside of herself. At this angle, Peter and I could clearly see Dad's impressive equipment entering her hole, and make out the glistening of her juices as she begin to ride up and down on it, ride back and forth on it, and grind herself around on it. Only now did I become aware that not only was Peter gently rubbing himself through his pyjama shorts, I had become stiffer than I'd ever been. So much so, I told him to go to his room and stay there until mom had finally left. And though we hadn't spoken any more about it, and I had no idea if she'd actually come upstairs to watch us after getting home or not, I was once again betting on it. And that the temptation to actually see his prick would be too much.Years ago, dad had installed a very elaborate security system in the house. There was a small alert panel in all of the bedrooms. When the small little light on it burned red, you. On this particular day the platform was full, due to the previous train being cancelled. I knew I would probably have to stand for my half hour journey…I was dressed as usual in a wrap over dress, stockings and heels and a tiny thong that barely covered my trimmed pubic hair. I was feeling comfortable.The train arrived and already there were people standing inside.I managed to get on and was pinned by the number of people there.With my hands in the loops to steady myself I felt vulnerable but.