It was more the teenage girls who did'nt like it.Anyway as we stood and got changed I remember watching my auntie take off her clothes, she took off h...r jeans, and then her cardigan and her blouse, she was wearing white lacey knickers and bra. I could see her black bush through the knickers. She got her costume ready, taking it out of the bag. I was getting changed myself, and just did it quickly so i could have a good look around. I did get a bit of a stiff cock but i tried to hide it.Then. She was really getting off on this, he could tell. Just as before, some silent part of him begrudgingly admitted that in itself was incredibly erotic.She freed his wrist cuffs from each other, and for a moment, she let him move his arms, stretching his muscles, bending his elbows. It was short lived, as another terse command had him guiding his hands together behind his back. The closure and rope were back, and his arms were being pulled upward. The discomfort of it made him bend forward, more. My mom is 70 and my dad is 76. My dad and I are about the same physical size, both 5'11' and a bit over weight. My mom is 5’ 5"; she has nice boobs (42-D) a rather large belly (about my size). She has slim legs, but has problems walking and uses a cane. When I was living at home I would put my ear to the wall and listen to my parents fuck and jerk off picturing me in there rather than my Dad. I loved to look up my Mom's shorts when she would lay back to take a nap in the recliner. Depending on. I blushed, and replied, "yeah, I'd like that." Oh god, was it the alcohol? I couldn't believe it. I was sitting here ogling another woman, and I could feel a hot wetness against my panties. She lightly stroked the inside of my ankle with her foot, and it was like an electric shock rushing up to my pussy. My lips parted and I let out a tiny moan. Alison smirked. "I've seen that look on your face before," she said. "How about we have some more drinks at my place? Is just a couple minutes away." I.