Maybe she wanted to enhance his experience; maybe she just needed to keep talking. “I know, not my usual style, but I need to keep it up like this ...nd off to the sides so it doesn’t get tangled on the rope in back.” She de-ashed and replaced the cigarette in her mouth as she returned to the dresser. She removed a shortish piece of rope with two loops at the end. “This is to bind my legs. I don’t want them waving around too much while I hang.” She then produced a light, but strong looking. Can’t a dad look at his daughter?”“Whatever.” She put the bud back in her ear.I went into our bedroom and changed into jeans and a printed shirt, then I headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. On a baking dish was a note in Andrea’s handwriting. “Put in oven at 350 no need to pre-heat.” I removed the cling wrap, switched on the oven and slid the casserole in.Next I headed through the basement landing pass-through to the other unit. My mother was sitting on a chair, knitting. “I hope to. ’ Catherine complied. She pictured herself….dressed in her sexist skimpy lingerie, standing in front of her husband’s best friend….his huge cock straining out to her. She was visibly excited by the image but she was still unsure she wanted to go through with anything. She started to walk away from Rick. Rick’s eyes were glued to the gentle swaying of her ass…the thin black line of fabric rising throughout its length. He reached down and fondled his pulsing cock. ‘Fuck, what a babe!!!’ he. . ooh, just fuck me Allan!" Shhh, we don't want to wake up your little b*o now, right? He'll have to miss out while I fuck his big sister..." Allan slid Kit's panties down to mid-thigh, not bothering to take them off her before the familiar crunch and crinkling of the condom wrapper filled the silence. Foreplay never was something Allan wasted time with."He's not little. He's graduating in just a month..." Kit mumbled to herself, laying under her occupied boyfriend. It wasn't worth getting into.