She wore a light transparent flimsy shirt, my hands softly rubbed her face, held face closer to mine, before going down into her chest, those boobs we...e waiting for my hands, I ran my hands slowly all over them. I unbuttoned the shirts while my tongue was still in her mouth.My hand began probing inside her bra to bring out the goodies, she didn’t interrupt me, it felt like everything is fine as long as she had my lips to kiss. My lips moved from her lips to her earlobes, sucking and licking. "You're not getting off so easily missy!" I say with a laugh, and my dick flops around on my stomach, still quite hard. I can see her perfect ass and tan lines because the boxers are pulled most of the way down her butt, and she leans away to try to break free. I slide a few inches off the bed, and with the other hand grab her left hand. "Here comes the tickle monster!" I yell, and realize that if I'm not getting a hand job I'm at least going to tickle the crap out of her for a few minutes as. I just kept loading up the dishwasher as if nothing had happened.About an hour later I could tell my son had been drinking, he was unsteady on his legs and his speech was slurred. I helped him into the kitchen and asked who had let him have a beer, he just laughed and said he had been collecting the half empty ones when he cleaned up and just poured them into a glass.I looked at his friend who was not hiding the fact that he was now checking out my breasts as they pushed out from under the work. She had a good probe around the cottage, thinking about prison escapes, loose floorboards, tunnels, and focused things like that; but the floor was made of big timber sheets that all seemed to be connected together, and the walls and roof were too solid to get through without a big hammer or a drill or something. The little building looked neglected, but obviously it had been built to be a kind of prison, for somebody.In the evening there was the scrunching sound again, and her door was being.