Like all girls growing up, she wanted to be Cinderella and dance with her prince at the ball. It was just like Darren to use one of his fantasy date t...ings to make her feel special. Cassie was right. She had it all and maybe she didn't need the bustier to spark ideas in Darren's head, but it would give him a thrill and that alone was worth whatever Cassie paid for the thing. It's too bad the bustier didn't come with some nice panties. She'd worn some plain white cotton briefs under her jeans. I was in heaven and sure I’d wake up at any moment thankfully it was real and as Abi gave me a lap dance I couldn’t keep my hands off her body, running them between her legs feeling her hot pussy in the process. Then it was Rachel’s turn and as she danced in front of me she mounted the couch and began grinding her pussy against me and kissed me hard.I was in totally ecstasy and wanted to fuck her so hard and shoot my cum all over her but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Rachel got up and. "And so I was. I occupied myself, or should I say I tried to, puttering around the house doing odd chores, eating and watching sports on TV. The problem was my mind wouldn't rest. Memories of last night with Mom had me in a constant state of horniness. I didn't dwell on the incestuous aspect of what had transpired. I was way beyond that.What really occupied my mind was wondering how Mom felt about what we had been doing. I admit I also wondered if I'd ever get to actually have intercourse with. I discovered the Mason family had built the structure in 1810. Court records indicated that there had been eleven children born in the house, and three of them had died before they reached the age of ten. One of those had been a three-year old boy named Samuel George Mason.Playing on a hunch, I drove to the cemetery where the Masons were buried. The family had their own private section, indicating the parents had money when they were alive. However, I couldn?t find a gravesite for little.