..With a start, he saw his father's head had flopped down on his chest and his eyes were closed. Had he had a heart attack?Then he saw his father's ch...st rising and falling and he realized that his father had just dozed off."Yura preddy good dancer," his mother complimented him as she finally moved out from behind him, twirling around in front of him again."So are you," he told her, trying to match his movements to hers, "and pretty, too." Oh, really," she grinned lecherously, bumping him with. So many times she would come into my room from something that scared her . We slept together many times with my arms around her where she then felt safe.When she became inquisitive on sex it was even harder.She was always asking me about jerking off or blow jobs .She even tried to give me one once.She told me just recently that she went to a friends brother and he showed her how to do those things. She even cried in my arms one night after she lost her virginity.“You are a noble one, any other. She let a momentary look of shock flash across her face before quickly regaining her composure – this was unexpected, but truly desired, apparently. With her free hand, she reached above her head, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. It searched blindly for a moment only before returning from under the headboard with a padded wrist restraint. When she saw the same look flash across my face that had just slipped from under her carefully composed persona, she knew that she was in good. Our tub mates stirs. She stands up, her top still miraculously hanging on. Wishes us a good night and leaves. Hubby doesn’t miss a beat, never letting up on my clit as we speak with her. I try to keep my composure. I’m sure she can’t see his hand between my legs with the swirling of all the bubbles and jets; though I wish she did see me & my bare pussy. Once she is gone and we are alone, I beg hubby to finger me, and still he resists. Enjoying his hold over me. He commands me to pull my tits.