Joey got in a better position to see as he goes a little to the right and looks down to see the bulge that spike was causing in Abbie belly! “Oh my ...od what is that!” Joey crawled closer to her placing his hand on her belly as he could feel the thrust that spike was giving her! Joey looked back behind her seeing her panties getting pushed over spikes knot. Her panties seemed to be locked behind now moving with his thrust. Her hips were pushed a little harder forcing her to arch her ass up a. I expected her to giggle, but she leaned into it before she realized what she was doing. A split second later she pulled back like a mother should have."Duncan, don't do that. I'm your mother!" she said convincingly."Sorry Mum, got carried away. You look beautiful."She grinned, "Well thank you, but don't kiss your mother like that any more." Time for step 2" I thought to myself. I went to the bathroom to take a leak and after doing my business, I started thinking about the night before and. " "Yes Master," you reply, getting into the required position without further delay. You know that you are already in trouble and don't want to make it worse on yourself. "That's better. I'll bet you wish there was a different reason for you to be in this position don't you my little pet? Wouldn't you like a cock in your mouth and one in your pussy or better yet your ass?" You wisely decided that no answer is perhaps the best answer and keep your mouth shut. A good choice as I don't say. When we was a steamin’ here, there, an yon, my da and I be a singin’ at the top of our lungs. I don’t know if it was good singin’ or bad singin’, but we passed many an hour that a way. “Our” song was, “A Boat Like Gideon Brown.” [1]Da’s a beltin’ out bass and I’m a squawkin’ away like a gull, wishin’ I had clever fingers like the girlys I met at school that sew and crochet and such, so might hap I could work a squeeze box and make a joyful noise. I get up as high on the pilot house roof as may.