We all sat around the table lotus style. Joan's dress rode up revealing her luscious thighs and peeks at her bald mound. I casually ran my hand along ...er legs. Harry and Vic were looking at us expectantly. Joan said she'd like to try one of the divans. She got up and stood in front of a soft table lamp, her brazen nudity in the open. She walked to the divan behind Vic and had to lean on him to get on it. Joan lay on her side holding her head up by her hand and bent elbow, sort of a Cleopatra or. As the days went on I was thinking what should I do, the more I thought about that at this time in my cycle it would be so very risky the more aroused and excited I got, logic and reason seemed to have deserted me. During the day I was extremely aroused and during the nights the dreams came and I would awake so excited thinking of it.I would have to masturbate with my new sex toys until I was sore! As Saturday came near I knew what I had to do, I would fulfill my fantasies to the fullest. I had. I knelt on the second floor hallway of our rundown house. My knuckles were white as I clutched two posts of the railing with my head between them peering down into the living room. My long hair was disheveled from sleeping and hung down in tangled blonde tresses that partly covered my face. But I could still see. Part of me wished I couldn't as I felt revulsion towards my mother as she sat on the couch with her legs spread.She was completely naked ... well, except for her thigh-high stockings.. You’re just too stubborn to lie down and let us bury you.”Shuana and Nora laughed as Ed yawned with a roar. He said, “I’ll come up with something witty later.”Shuana smiled and said, “This I’ve got to hear.”“Good, at least you won’t bury me until you get my reply,” Ed muttered as he took another sip of his coffee. It was about that time that he noticed that the coffee tasted different from normal. Making a face, he said, “This coffee is horrible. What’s the matter with it?”Marguerite was about.