.like it juz ended.m ryt now layin down wit my mum n s*s..mum juz arrived today from philippines. she got to my house thinkin i wouldnt find her attra...tive no more now that shes 55yo. my s*s pikd her up from the airport.as she entered the door i hugged her n felt dat her tits were a lot bigger n dat she felt awkward..aftr talkin over dinner..she went to change her clothes..i then ran to my s*s wit my hard on n demanded a quiky..she pulled away so i had to get tougher..i grabbed her threw her on. So as I talked with Paul, I began slowly rocking myself back and forth… grinding my clit against my heel and stimulating my already aching cunt even more.Paul must have noticed my movements and said, “What are you doing mom?”I was getting so excited that my voice actually cracked a little as I said, “Well honey, I guess I got a little excited while I was taking care of you, and I’m kind of rubbing myself against my foot.”Paul just said, “Ok” as he watched my hips rotating back and forth as I. She stood back up her arms down by her side almost standing to attention. “We had to do this at boarding school once a week for inspection” she said in a quiet voice, the nuns made sure we were always clean and tidy down there” she said. Obviously she was used to being strictly obedient so I tried something. “OPEN YOUR LEGS” I said in a commanding voice. Without thinking Jazz suddenly sprang her ankles apart. Even she was amazed at how she had automatically reacted without thinking. Now here. “Think two’s enough?” she questioned.“It’ll have to be,” Kellee answered, indicating the non-existent hall closet, where linen was normally stored. “We have the fitted sheets too, if we need them.”Kaylee grunted, trying to recall seeing anyone in a movie or TV using a fitted sheet to make a climbing rope. She couldn’t recall a single instance, though it seemed equally possible in her opinion. A sheet was a sheet, was a sheet.Knotting the sheets individually, creating a handhold roughly every.