She let out a whimper not unlike a dog and panted softly, her eyes closing. Her lips curled into a smile of mindless pleasure.Heather stared, her stom...ch twisting in revulsion even as some of her enslaved psyche watched with envy. Marcie was like this every moment she was in the house. As soon as she came home from work, she would take off her clothes and curl up in front of Laura's favorite chair. Mistress had claimed she had made Marcie into what she wanted to be all along, keeping her. ’ Matthew brought the hockey stick down on Dave’s head. Tuesday morning was brutal. The alarm clock seemed to dance around the night-stand with glee, and then not even the strongest espresso cartridge for Dave’s coffee machine could make the world make any sense. For a long time afterwards that morning, Dave’s head ached something fierce. Although he did not think no more of the dream until the following Monday, he did question his personal lust for Marie. It had made him realize how long it. I saw my father and he was holding a camera!I looked over toward the rear of the living room and my blood really started to pump. I was stunned at what I saw. There was my beautiful blonde haired mother, standing by our couch in a black see-through teddy, crotchless black panties, black nylons and red high heels holding her fully exposed breasts for my dad to photograph and for me to devour with my eyes! Each hand cupped a breast as she pinched her nipples with thumb and forefinger. Her nipples. ” He returned holding a large towel and a dark green shirt. I ran my fingers over the fabric of the shirt as he set them into my lap, wondering whether the shirt would be long enough to cover my lower back. I looked up at him and seeing he was so tall I figured it would. I, then, realized his hand was over mine in my lap and his other extended to my cheek. He leaned, at least I thought he did, as my mind seemed to melt into my desire to kiss him. I was going to steal the touch of his lips,.