“And Abby,” he says, causing her to pause with her hand on the door. “Don’t masturbate.” She tries not to smile merely out of frustration. S...e can feel the wetness between her legs as she exits, blushing at all the grins from men twice her age, unaware of what just happened in their boss’s office.Once Abby’s home, she debates defying her dad’s orders, curious if she can get away with it. After that fucking, she is desperate for release. Ultimately though, she decides against it. Her orgasms are. " Well, it's warm downstairs. Mum will have the fire going. Come on."Ginny is holding out my dressing gown.I groan, sliding off the bed, Ginny slipping the furry green robe over my arms, before tying the sash.She loops an arm around my waist."Come on. There'll be presents, too."Once we have had a quick shower, and dressed in fresh payjamas we head down in the Living Room. The fire is indeed roaring. And most of the people in the house have gathered there. Arthur, Molly, Fred and George.The tree. I mean your letting me crash here with you. I eat your food and use your bathroom a lot. Did that make you completely uncomfortable?" Judy asked."Well no not exactly, I mean your my sister, and not just some random lady, that decided to do that for me. Were you just horny?" I asked."Well, can I tell you something, really embarrassing? I mean not another single person on the planet knows this. Can I tell you?" Judy asked."Yes of course you can, don't be embarrassed sis. It's just me here," I. "The word, 'ass' got her attention and she gasped again. 'I have loved watching your ass as you would bend over to pull weeds or plant flowers. It's so nice... and round... and plump. Just like your beautiful breasts.'"I... I had no idea... my God... you... you watched me."I walked toward her and said, 'I'm sorry if what I'm saying is offending you but you're leaving and I wanted you to know that... that you're hot. You are a very, very hot lady.'"But I'm over fifty years old. My husband.