'Good morning beautiful' he said, lowing his hand under the table and holding hers as he continued to eat his breakfast. 'Ahhh you're finally up Ginny... your cousins will be leaving soon and I want you to help pack their stuff away' said Mrs Weasley as she walked in from the back yard where she'd been feeding the chickens. Ginny looked at Harry and rolled her eyes. She'd told him days before about how annoying she found her cousins, but it only amused him greatly that she'd had to spend the last. So they both had the costumes, and depending on the audience, worked up routines of varying eroticism.For instance, a powerful ruler who had previously already seen the deadlier skills of the caravan troupe, and knew that the two were John's wives, might get to see quite a bit more of a display than a crowd of townsfolk, perhaps even the womanly fountain. It could be very lucrative, and at the least, would satisfy a nasty urge in Zithrusa.All of the caravan troupe's costumes enhanced and. We organised with my hubby's parents for our daughter to spend the night with them. The thursday afternoon I showered and got dressed, wearing a sexy blue dressed. My husband picked me up and we left to fetch our daughter from crèche and drop her off at her grandparents house. We then set off to the awards dinner which was in the restaurant of the hotel. It was rather a nice dinner having a number of drinks the evening eventually end after 11pm. We then went up to our room taking another drink. He finally clicked on a thumbnail of a mom giving her son a full massage, the sort of video that was all too rare a result from his search.The video started painstakingly slowly. The young man appeared to be naked and lying on his tummy, although his butt was covered by a towel. Mom, conveniently enough, was naked. She was lovely and had huge boobs, so this was fantasy more than reality it seemed to me.She rubbed his legs slowly, each time getting closer to his crotch, her hands finally meeting.