“Wait a second ... Is this your trick to get me alone?”“No! I really want to see it!”“Yeah right. You just—”“It’s true! No ulterior ...otive!”Heather giggled, a sound that so close to my ear, was pure honey. “Prove it,” she whispered.I turned without hesitation to my moms. “Heather’s going to show me the thing she built to get Tommy’s pictures to look that way. It’s in the darkroom. Do you want to come check it out?”My moms smiled. “Oh, I think we’re cozy enough right now. But another. During the night, we had sex at least ten times. I was horny and so was Andy. The thought of my sister being tortured in the basement excited me. We slept till afternoon and after a late breakfast, we payed Cindy a visit. The loud sounds weren’t audible upstairs, but by her looks, I knew that they had done her work. I prepared a cup of pee, like she did for me and when she asked me politely, I gave it so her. She drank it with one sip and demanded more, but Andy shook his head. We had already. My imagination was bringing up images of Dave's hands where mine were, caressing my breasts and sliding under the satin to press his fingers into the wet folds.I gasped as my fingers moved around my clit, the tingles getting more intense. I heard myself moan a bit and then froze as I realized they might be able to hear me. I listened intently, and heard a moan coming from the door to their room.I looked up and saw that there was light coming from the hall where the door to their room had not. She quickly became accustomed to the weight of her fiancé pressing her into the mattress, and very much enjoyed the pleasure that his prick gave her as it drilled deep into her belly. Sir Henry, for his part, enjoyed having a much younger woman to fuck, and yet was wise enough to confine himself to simple missionary position copulation, and a little oral stimulation of her clitoris. There would be time for variations later on.One day she approached her mother with considerable trepidation and.