The plan was innocent enough. The following Friday morning I would pack asmall bag then go over to Madge's to stay with her for the following tendays....Mother was pleased that I would be looked after and Madge seemedmore than excited but kept her composure. She crossed her shinystockinged legs with a swish then smoothed her tight skirt as she tookthe final puff on her cigarette. I could hear the satin lining of herskirt swish and noticed the jiggle in her breasts as she doused thecigarette in. When that chore was over she handed Grace several fresh pineapples ... a couple of gallon bottles of pineapple juice and not a few cans of slices."What is the pineapple for?" asked Grace.The Chandlers daughter bent over, boobs bobbing and swaying, and started whispering in Grace's shell like ear. Grace got ... Eyes ... and they got big ... bigger ... biggest.I heard, "Never?"Grace nodded."Really?"Grace nodded again.Some more whispering ... Grace nodded.The Chandlers daughter gave me an. He moved them slowly over my body towards my breasts, all the time looking me straight in the eyes. I just kept quiet and just let him do whatever he wanted with me. Well, I hadn't won yet, he still had to open his pants and pull his cock out before I could do anything. It was the deal I had made with Illiana, it had to look like he was going to fuck me before I could do anything about it.And then his hands reached my breasts. Maybe because I wasn't protesting, he thought it was fine, and then. They hung down from the seat; Kibwe grabbed and pulled them up and across Margaret’s lap. Then he buckled them. She wouldn’t be able to get off the seat now. The cruel utility in the shape of the seat was revealed as it parted her buttocks nicely and her own body weight pressed her pussy, perineum, and anus right up against the bare, wet metal. She was going to have to go for a painful ?ride? unless she complied. Owiti asked her again if she was ready to fuck her son and again Margaret.