Not really. I -- I found this little fold-out clothes-drying thingie, here. It was down in the laundry room?... See?" She stuck the aluminum fold-out ...ontraption into the bathroom, her own body, in the process, partially following it in. The "drying thingie" was intended to allow an apartment dweller to hang small articles of wet clothing on its spindly arms, for air-drying."I just wondered if you could use something like this?"Paul didn't rinse his underwear in the sink. His dirty clothes were. I was so horny that i had no choice but to play with my pussy. I started rubbing my clit and fingering myself. I wanted to be fucked so bad but i wanted to be fucked by a total stranger. I fantasised about him knocking on the door fucking me and cumming all over me then cleaning myself up before my hubby got back. Me and my husband have a good relationship so i was going to tell him about what i had done and test his reaction so i could bring up the conversation about me wanting to be fucked by. “Yeah but I love you more for being you.”Little Bobby giggles “I love you too Sara, or do I call you Aunt Sara, or sis because Daddy raised you like his daughter, and you scream Daddy when he is fucking you.”“How about just Sara.” She was blushing as she said this.Morgan is now recovered her breathing normal, my cock still pressed into her although no longer very hard. Little Bobby is coming over and tells her sister get up so I can have a turn too. Morgan extends her hand for her sister to. "That was totally too close", Amy giggled, breathing a sigh of relief and rubbing her sore knee. She tried to be mad at herself for her stupidity, but her head was too saturated with feelings of warm, fuzzy sexuality to be anything other than horny at the moment. Even so, she made a mental note to never smell the potion again, since it had apparently been designed to eventually compel anyone breathing it in to put some on their skin. This realization didn't make resisting her renewed cravings.