........"Mmhmm... that's very interesting..." At this point, I'm beginning to become nervous; I'm alone with my crush?..............."Would you like t... do something to pass the time?" she giggledMaybe she didn't exactly have a clear understanding of just how long she was in the rain; although this really didn't seem too innocent. She began to removed her top, maybe she believed the tight white shirt underneath was enough to hide her breasts? they seeped through her shirt, she was wrong.. It was festooned with pot plants, drawing tables, dressing torsos and sewing machines. Mum used it as both a design studio and a reception area when she was meeting with clients. It was a feminine, creative place, rich with her aromatic presence: scented bath oils; long departed roses; a touch of Red Door. I loved this room almost as much as I loved her. The back wall was lined with mirrors. They dominated the studio from corner to corner, but were little more than a facade for the long,. Maybe you need to see what it feels like." With that I pulled Inga to an armchair, pushing her over the back of it.When Larry had left the room it was obvious by his swaying large, soft prick that he got no enjoyment from his sister spanking him but Inga on the other hand did, as the wet spot on the crotch of her shorts attested to. Roughly I pulled Inga's shorts down to her knees exposing her ample bottom to my gaze. "Nice bottom." I uttered just loud enough for her to hear.I picked up the. ”I said, “I think we were run over by a beer truck last night. Thank God it’s Saturday.”I added, “After tying one on like that, it’s a good idea to get some nourishing grease in your stomach. If you drink some orange juice and eat this you will feel better.” And I placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her.She fell on it with the gusto of a starving grizzly bear. When she finished, she peered suspiciously out past her hair and said, “Did we fuck last night? It doesn’t feel like it. But I.