I told her that I had invited Julie to stay for a couple of days."I'll ask Mum and Dad tonight if that's okay, but there's no way they'll let her slee... with me - do you mind if she has the put-you-up bed in your room?" Not at all! We'll be able to talk about you to our hearts' content!" Hmmm. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all!"Mum was also pleased to see me back home; she had a long list of jobs for me to do around the house to prepare for Christmas, like polishing all the brass,. " You would thinks so, but I wouldn't know where to start, not my area of expertise," replied Tom."Nor mine I'm afraid," I said, "but what we could do is see if any students in the past has done any research on the subject." Great idea," said Tom enthusiastically, "I'm better at this sort of thing than you, I'll pop into the library tomorrow."Tom kept me up to date after every session he had wading through years of dusty theses, but it took some weeks before he came up with something."Look. What the former Swedish Prime Minister didn't know that on the other side of the wall mirror her anal sex with Alberto was being recorded by camcorders and some young girl watching over the recording and of Alberto fucking the Swedish woman's small tight ass.What a fucking Blonde slut! the girl thought of the former Swedish Prime Minister.The young girl looked about 12 years old but already smart enough to know about the real world.Alberto had fucked the former Swedish Prime Minister's ass for. “He can get a beautiful hard-on,” she agreed.“Why don’t you fuck him, Mother?”A tremble went through Marla. She paused, placed the brush on the dresser, and slipped her hands over Sally’s shoulders. She cupped her daughter’s tits, squeezing them gently.Sally gurgled and placed her hands on top of her mother’s, pressing them into her tits, her eyes turning glassy with desire. Marla buried her face against the top of her daughter’s head, kissing softly, her eyes gazing into those of her daughter.