I grabbed a second bottle of oil andthen got a very sinister idea. I stole away to thekitchen and placed a pot of water on boil. As much as Iwanted to...eat her sloppy cunt I had to do this. Ireturned to my daughter and whipped her until shescreamed my name at the top of her lungs. She jerkedviolently at her bonds but with no leverage there wasnothing she could do. I left her withering in her ownorgasm and them retuned from the kitchen with thescalding hot water, the bottle of oil inside. I. Then the feelings seemed to diffuse into her whole body, down to her toes, in her hair, the tips of her fingers, everywhere.And it lasted, lasted. Later, she realized that perhaps two minutes of that euphoria was the real duration, but at the time it seemed forever, hours and hours. And halfway through, the smell, that smell of her mother's pussy, the familiar musk of her own plus a tinge of wilderness and raw force. She could dimly remember a frightfully long fingernail piercing the muscled. She walked into the kitchen just in time to see her Uncle go up behind her mother and slide his hands under her loose blouse and up her front to cup her breasts."Ahhhh, braless, just like I love em little sister" he sighed, pressing his groin against her butt. Chrissy ducked back to where she could still see, but wouldn't be noticed."Chrissy's just in the other room!" whispered her mother loudly."I know, and I can't help it Pammy, but that makes me even hornier!" he sighed, running his hands. It throbbed, softly, and the blanket only made it seem larger then it was, but if it was any bigger, it might not even fit inside of her. She felt his fingers slowly run through her hair, and she looked back at him with a sparkle in her eye, seeing his eyes lustfully take in her partly revealed figure. Smirking softly, she unravelled her arm from his, and he slowly withdrew his fingers from her smooth, hazelnut hair. They were both still nude from their previous encounter, and both admired the.