He mouthed and nibbled, sucked and stretched her available nubs. ‘Observe the length of her stiffened nipples. Evidence of children perhaps, but whe...e are they? This delectable morsel could hardly have worn all the nighties we discovered unless she is very slothful, which I doubt. Perhaps they’re married and left But she is still young, this mother. Well taken care of, her breasts still firm and supple. Are all the clothes in the extra room hers? One can only surmise. We can be certain that she. ..onto the Persian rug. He was near apoplectic but fear of destroying his daughters respect, saved him from bursting in and ripping his fucking head off. He had quietly left and went for a drink in a local bar, returning at midnight and retiring immediately. He hadn't slept much that night, and at one point realised he had an erection. He was disgusted by that. Foolish man, didn't even question why he'd played voyeur in the first place. XxxTwo weeks later, Anne was lying in bed one Sunday. ‘We’ve not been going that long!’ That’s when it hit her, the man groaned aloud and pulled her deep on his cock. Shooting several thick wads of man cream down her throat, the man groaned as his balls emptied. ‘Sorry luv. Too much booze I reckon!’ The man proclaimed loudly and proudly. He then tucked himself away and zipped up, leaving Gemma alone on the toilet floor. Shaking her head, she wiped away some excess spit from her lips and stood up. She walked out to the night club knowing that she. Something's wrong, though; there's nothing here for Anne to wash up or perform her morning ablutions. The maid should have brought a basin and pitcher already...frowning, Anne pushes her blonde hair over her shoulder and steps into the hallway.The upstairs of Wimbly Place - her family's home - is rather small, but it's spacious enough that each of the four sisters has her own room. As Anne looks about herself, a door opens down the hallway and Rebecca, her younger sister, emerges, already.