As the stretchy material moved further down, it hugged her full creamy thighs, before ending just a few inches below her pussy, leaving a vast expanse...of those smooth tanned thighs exposed.“Oh God,” Elliott heard himself mumble as his gaze travelled down the rest of his mother’s body as she continued down the stairs. Her legs looked fantastic. She had applied that lotion or oil that she’d put on previously, the stuff that made them shine with an erotic glow, as if her feminine nectar was slowly. “Oh, I’m sure that you would ... and you should, honey! You really should!” Olivia, Tammy’s equally sultry mother encouraged me to boff the journalist in question.“Would I get some sloppy seconds?” my brother Ernie joked, but I could tell that he was somewhat serious.“Naturally. When haven’t you?” I chuckled as I patted Tammy on the bottom to remind my brother that he enjoyed his own daughter when my turn was up.“He certainly did with me,” Britney Spears snickered as she sat somewhat gingerly. " Man you're really on a roll. Don't you need to pull that thing outfirst?" Aren locked Grace's car and opened the front door."Just you wait around. I'll be right back." With another one of Vincent'scheeky smiles, Grace left Aren behind to lounge around. Inside Aren, Carlrealized that he was wearing the only authority figure in the house andthus, nobody would be able to stop him if he were to eat a bucket of icecream on the couch. And so it was. .. which she hurriedly entered and closed behind her.She was in a dark hallway, with a stairway up stairs on her left, and asmall port hole on her right, which someone was behind. A lady... largeand red faced. She walked over her... she could hear music coming fromdown the halls."Your weapons please," she said to her. Juliette unslung her bow andpassed it through the port, and then a dagger she had concealed in herright boot. "You will have them back when you leave. Just remember.