I must admit I was getting a semi with the thought of what was going on. When she got on the platform she stood next to me and leaned in my ear to tel... me she had no underwear on, just heels and stockings and she was, in her own words, "fucking dripping wet"!I almost came in my boxers, the horny slut!As soon as the train pulled in, we jumped on and I took her by the hand to find the toilets. It takes less than fifteen minutes to get into the city, so there was no time to build the situation up.. Now turn around so I can see if you did a complete job of shaving.” When I turned around, Jill said, “It looks like you just got a light spanking. Is that true?” “Yes. I can explain that,” I quickly exclaimed. Then Jill stood up and said, “Take off your pants, underwear, shoes and socks. I will be right back. I don’t want to mess up my new dress. You have some explaining to do.” As I was finishing taking off my clothes, I saw that Jill came back with a towel and a large wooden hairbrush. She. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low, heavy clouds over my head. The only solution I could come up with was to stop. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship. It quickly grew deeper and more passionate as Kristen started to kiss her back, lips parting to let their tongues dance. One of the younger woman's hands rose to the back of her mother's neck, making sure she didn't go anywhere until after she had been thoroughly kissed.From the other bed, Ruth watched with wide and wondering eyes, hardly able to believe what she was witnessing. It had seemed so incredible to be attracted to her own sister, much less to actually have sex with her. To think that.