What that description lacks is how wonderful of a mother (and now grandmother) she has been to her children. I am the middle child, sandwiched between...two sisters. My mother and father met in high school, dated for a couple of years and, then, married shortly after their graduation. My father was a hard worker, beginning as a blue-collar laborer for the railroad before moving into the administrative offices of the railroad later in his career. Unfortunately, he passed away several ago, not long. My tits and bum were throbbing all I could think was how am I going to get through the caning being blindfolded and gagged I won't get a choice I heard them come back over I'll do her tits first he said oh fuck I thought this is going to hurt then the blows started raining down I am tiring to scream but being gagged it was just muffled I started crying again but could feel myself getting wetter. When he finished they all grabbed my tits and commented how badly heated they were then I felt them. She had mentioned a couple of fantasies in passing, but I basically filed them away as being the normal fantasies of a passionate young woman, just as she had intended.Seeing as I had pretty much dropped out of the lifestyle, Dominique had rarely met with the many friends and acquaintances I'd made over the years. I'd get the occasional phone call, and Dominique would ask how so and so was, though she had never met them. She did know Paul though. Paul and I stay in regular touch and he had met. The smell of her juices became stronger, and I gave the soft flesh of Aubrey’s inner thigh another firm squeeze with my free hand, kissing her finger as it slowly glided in and out of her wet slit. I was amazed that the woman standing not six inches behind my hiding place had not become suspicious, after all, Aubrey was now giving her pussy some serious attention, her hips thrusting forward so that her hard nub pressed against the heel of her hand. As for me, I was still showering kisses all.