For as long as I could hear the vacuum cleaner whirring away upstairs, I was safe. Thinking about her soft nylon feet and those shiny red nails teasin... me, thoughts of her, with a stocking pulled over her head, urging me on to lick her feet and press my face into her soft warm nylon soles, meant it never took long. This was a pretty bizarre and remote fantasy, but they're the ones that really get the juices flowing. One morning she turned up early. Me, still half-asleep in my dressing gown,. ” Edith went on to explain that we would go and have a picnic for lunch; she explained that it was a great spot with a stream with small fish in etc. This sounded great.After breakfast Aunt Edith asked “Do you boys usually have a good wash before you get dressed?” “No Aunt Edith, usually Father Fred just makes sure that we are not too smelly and then we get dressed” Bob said.“Well all I can say is that I would hate to smell them when they are too smelly Aunt Edith because I smelled Bob. “Please Sir, please let me cum Sir, please, please.” She begs me with tears running out of her eyes.I wait a moment making her think I’m going to deny her an orgasm yet again but then I speak the words she so desperately wants to hear.“You can cum.” I tell her.“Oh fuck, thank you Sir.” Taylor screams.I hold the vibrator against her pussy as she orgasms, her orgasm is violent and she jerks around against the ropes restraining her arms and legs. She starts off the orgasm with a loud scream after. ”“That’s not my concern. What about a midwife? Doctor? I can’t imagine anyone would go along with that.”“No. But Mam will. And I’ll call on Viviane.”“Who’s Viviane? I don’t think I ever met her.”“Well, no. Though she was probably watching when Naomi and Rebecca were born. She’s also called Bebinn in Ireland, Lucina in Italy, Hathor in Egypt, and many other names elsewhere. She’s the Goddess of childbirth. My Mam will help. You know my due date is the twenty-ninth. If she doesn’t come along on.