The position really showed off her firm shapely ass and Andy finally got the courage to touch it. Mom just remained leaning over the edge of the table...for a little while as Andy ran his hands all over her naked backside. I could tell that Mom was enjoying the touch of her nephew Andy's hands on her bare skin. She waited a minute then stood up straight and turned around to face him. She unzipped his pants then reached inside and released his cock from his briefs. It sprang out and she began. ‘And you can call me Joy by the way. That’s what I’m called, but that doesn’t necessarily describe me.’ She picked up the bundle that lay on the ground, which was tied together by more flexible branches, and lunged it over to Sharon. She gasped as she took the weight off Joy. Fuck! They were heavy! She swang them over her shoulder, feeling the rough branches against her skin through the blouse, and followed Joy as she hobbled ahead of them through the woods. Fortunately, Tracey and Buttercup. “That's fucking sore let me down” No undo your belt first” she undid her belt I took it off her turned her around and folder her arm behind her hooking her thumbs and forefinger in the crook of her elbows using her belt in a figure eight I secured her arms tight behind her. “I fucking hate you” she muttered. I kissed her she tried to bite my tongue. I pulled back and whispered in her ear “You might hate me a little bit now but soon you are really going to hate me” I undid the side on her. As Jón's brain healed my own cloudy thinking cleared up. With all the time on my hands I had come to the conclusion that the only reason it was not me that disappeared was that I occupied a different section of Jón's brain. The part he inhabited was the part that was damaged.That night I worked again at finding a way to control Jón's body. I was worried because if Jón could not control it then there may be no way for me to do this. Around morning I had found a way to move my right index finger.