My top unbuttoned so that my bra covered breasts are bare; my skirt hiked up to my thighs. I am blindfolded and totally unable to see the slightest hi...t of light. I turn my head at a sound to my left. It sounds like the scuffling of feet but I can’t tell for sure. I wonder what is going to happen to me and the anticipation is making me wet. I hear a door open, voices murmuring then nothing. The door to the room opens, sending a whoosh of cold air against my skin. I lift my head, my long hair. When she was out of the room I told Mandy I was getting turned on and she said so was she. I told her when we got down to our underwear I wanted her to tell Kathy that she would take some pics as I undressed her Ok, she was reluctant at first but I was insistent and in them days I was volatile if I didn’t get my own way, I never hit her but I was a bit of a bastard in other ways.Kathy returned and carried on taking snaps as Mandy and I erotically undressed each other. As she pulled down my. It had been Anton’s doing, as with all her most enlightening sexual experiences. A week before this much anticipated opera was to have its premier at the Grand Theater, Isabella had visited him. Henri was, of course, away, and Isabella had taken the opportunity to sneak into Naples one evening to renew her ‘Lessons’, as she thought of them, with Anton. They made love well into the night and Isabella had exhausted him with her demands and successful attempt to keep him hard for several hours.. His undershirt flew onto the bed. Then, he lookeddeeply into his mother's eyes, and, with a slight shrug of hisbare shoulders, in a quick motion pushed his pants and jockeyshorts down together. Stepping out of them, he stood nude infront of her looking as embarrassed as only a teenager goingthrough puberty could be.It was right in front of her face. A smooth tube of flesh,arcing downward. About four inches long with just a small tuftof reddish-brown hair (the MacKenzie blood) above it. She.