Marjoleen does not dare to give it a kiss, apparently she is afraid I might taste of piss... Which gives me an idea.[i}"Marjoleen, let me lick your lo...e-lips clean. I am not afraid of your taste. I am sure your pussy will taste great!" [/i]Marjoleen giggles, sits down and spreads her legs offering me the best view from close-by I ever had so far."Pretty peach Princess! I hope it tastes as fruity as it looks" More giggling. She slowly opens her lips for me."Fine flower, Femke Fatale.". I start. Mother then came over and sat on the side of my bed slid her had beneath the covers and gently held my erect penis saying that maybe she could help me. I was in a slight state of shock but her hand felt nice and the effects of the wine had taken over. She then proceeded to very gently move her hand up and down, this movement was like nothing I had felt before, it was so soft and slow. Suddenly she surprised me by getting off the bed and going into the bathroom, she returned with a bottle of. ..She'd just began to touch herself when there was a soft knock and her Mother's voice asking if she was almost done, that she wanted to shower and turn in early... Groaning inwardly, she mumbled loud enough to be heard... "I'll be out in a minute, Mom...I'm almost done" As she quickly dried herself, she touched the lips of her slit and smiled...they were swollen and when she inserted her finger gently, she felt the moisture...Thoughts of how he made it run when he worked her made. Please escort her to the parlor."Margaret hadn't seen Lady Christopher since her son's accidental death six months ago and that had been at his funeral. She was Margaret's aunt and Mildred's and Donald's great aunt. Lady C's son's death without any off-spring had changed the entail to her own son, Donald, for which she was grateful. She had not communicated with Lady C about it since it was automatic and to mention it would have sounded like gloating. That was something civilized people didn't.