I thought I would die in pleasure. He rubbed my throbbing slit with his finger, and gently, slid that middle finger between my sensitive pussy lips. ...e caught his breath in a gasp. “Kayla? You are bare!” I moaned and said, I had been keeping it waxed smooth. It made the pussy so much more sensitive. He slid that teasing middle finger up and down my pussy lips, sliding between them again. He rubbed up and down slowly until he found my hard, throbbing little clit. He rubbed it with the tip of. Thinking that my mother had assisted my father in having sex with me, fucking me. Her telling me this story only made me horny all over again. Wanting my father again. And wait, wanting my mother again! I'd never before considered myself lesbian, gay, or bi; but recalling my mother's mouth on my pussy last night. Licking my juices. Licking my fathers, her husband's, cum from me....was making me horny all over again. It didn't help that my mother sat there nude, her still firm breasts open to my. Ivy's silent treatment was affecting him. It was making him wish that she would talk to him. Its effect was comparable to moments when she would openly threaten him.Charles did not want to think about it. He took the kettle and filled it up with water, then set it to boil. While it was boiling he took a cup out and filled it with tea bag. When the water had finished boiling, he poured the kettle over his cup. He then took out the tea bag and poured some milk on his tea cup. He leaned by the. You are very kind and brave. Thank you so very much."Isabel smiled shyly, "Little more than you would have done for me to be sure. Now, how do we get you two out of those cages?" Go fetch that thick iron bar off the wall over there," Constance said pointing to the branding iron, "We should be able to use it to break these locks."Isabel quickly retrieved the branding iron, then after slipping it through the lock both her and Constance yanked and pushed downward until the lock bar broke free..