With her ass up in the air I was given free reign to feed my finger to her pussy. With my palm down I placed my middle finger in her pussy and began a...slow rubbing just inside and on the front wall of her vagina. She responded immediately by gyrating her ass in circles and pushing against my finger. I asked, "Does my little girl want more"? She said, "Oh, yes Daddy, that feels so good". I placed a second finger in her pussy and continued rubbing the right spot that made her squirm. I placed my. " Trink gave Brand a sad look "your a mean one boy, why, our two girlys, they don't understand about the need for a good drink or a fine pretty." Brand just said "come on, then." and kept walking but Trink saw him slow down his long stride.Hours later the twosome strolled none to steadily, into Brands Grandfathers, library. Trink was laughing and slapping his knee, "why I had no notion London town could be so entertaining, boy." Brand grinned at Trink. Brand rang for a footman then instructed. " Sure. But do you mind if I ask you one last personal question tonight?" Anything," he replied."Do you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?" she asked as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "You know, do you plan on masturbating with it?" Jeez, mom, you've really put me on the spot here..." I'll take that as a yes," she smiled. "So would you rather see the real thing, or do you prefer the picture?" Are you asking what I think you're asking?" he asked in a state of disbelief.. That she had not only let it happen, but had even encouraged it was now so incredible to her as to be like the living unreality of a nightmare one finally awakens to bathed in cold perspiration... except that this was no bad dream... it was the horrifying truth!She couldn't cry. It might have helped, but venting tears had never been a part of her character. Though how in God's name she could ever face her husband again after the obscene lechery of her act with the young boy was at that moment.