..the then young, pretty Mrs. Crotchy. I, on the other hand(so to speak) went home to a house full of k**s and other people(this being summer and all)... And before I got there, I was increasingly being stroked, caressed, touched, and fondled by an increasingly suggestive and flirtatious Mrs. Crotchy. And one who became less conservative about her dress as the humid summer heat dragged on.Things finally came to a head(so to speak) when, after reading five magazines over three and a half hours,. I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and then went outside to re-park Cherys' car and bring her keys in.When I came back, Cherys was still fussing over Danielle's injuries. At least now she was seated on the couch next to Danielle, holding my sister's hand as Danielle rather calmly explained Saturday night's events, starting with our drive into the mountains.With the painful memories still vividly fresh, Danielle's recounting was quite brief and light on the details. Still, it was horrifying. After this, I had started kissing her neck and then towards her collarbone, believe me the reaction of girls when you kiss their collarbone is priceless. She was pressing my head into the bone for the kiss and was moaning “addyyyyy, please kiss me, mmmmm…aaahhhhh”. My hands had moved from her waist to her belly near her navel. I was running my finger all around her navel but not on the navel and she was feeling so fuckin horny then. I started kissing her boobs over her kurti and that was like. " then I caught myself.She had given me another stern look, another slap (this one slightlyharder) and she walked off. "Since you seem to have a problem withthis, I'm going to have to take care of this problem."She had gotten the stockings out of my bag, brought them over andblindfolded me with them. "Now I want to inspect you." Yes, Mistress."She walked around me, I felt Her touching parts of my body, running Herhands along it, occasionally asking me questions about things you saw.I have.