“What the fuck, Liz?” I admonished myself.My heartbeat finally began to slow as I picked the glass off the draining board and topped it up once ag...in before taking a sip and staring out into the night.I heard the soft footsteps behind me.“Did you enjoy the show, Mrs T?” the quiet voice said as she entered the room.“Wh… what?” I stuttered as I turned to see Julia, my son’s girlfriend, enter the room dressed in one of his rugby shirts. On her diminutive frame it was almost a dress.“The show… what. They were waiting only for me to arrive. She was going to see her sister who has fallen sick. She said that my husband will accompany her and Ramesh will be driving them. I just nodded my head with a smile.I said I will join them in a minute and went to my bedroom where my hubby was packing things. He again told me what his mother told me earlier and gave additional information that they will be back in two days. I took a normal yellow sari and blouse from the cupboard and went to change from. She feels a slight tingling and bites her lip. She looks at herself in the mirror twirling the brush in her hands, contemplating whether she has the nerve to use it on herself. She pulls down her pants and stands wearing only her bra. Biting her lip she braces herself a little as she smacks the brush hard onto her ass. A tiny moan escapes her lips causing her to want more. She brings the brush down onto her ass once again. She turns her ass to the mirror seeing the redness she's caused. 'God. ” Marcey tells me handing all our beach stuff to me. Then turning she opens the door and races to the shower laughing all the way. I put the stuff down and head to the shower seeing her already naked in the shower smiling at me. I join her and we quickly wash the beach off our bodies. Marcey hops out of the shower before me and heads to the bedroom. I moment or two later I walk in and see her standing there with the cuffs swinging on her finger. “Lay down.” She tells me as she.