She flopped down on it just like she'd done as a little girl and looked at the night sky. The moon was like a big yellow eye. It was strange to think ...he'd never seen it this way before. What have you been up to on nights like this, she wondered, when I haven't been around? Have you been keeping secrets? A shadow fell over Jess-Belle at the same time a hand touched her shoulder. She grabbed the arm and rolled over, yanking the intruder off his feet, and for a second the two of them rolled down. She peeked at their backs, seeing the lower cheeks of her daughter's ass showing. A glance at her son's ass made her shiver, and her cunt began to throb again.She heard the television come on, and the sounds of afternoon cartoons came to her. The absurdity of her son and daughter watching cartoons after what they had done in the garage struck her. How could anyone be interested in silly cartoons after being jacked off by his sister's hot little hand? But they were young, she told herself. They. The chairs were of ancient workmanship and materials; over the doors were painted sketches of shepherds and shepherdesses, after the style and manner of Boucher; and at each side pretty medallions in crayons, harmonizing well with the furnishings of this charming apartment, the only one throughout the great mansion in which any distinctive taste prevailed. The truth was, it had been entirely overlooked in the plan arranged and followed out by M. Danglars and his architect, who had been selected. We sat down to a chinese take away, chatted and laughed, and she really did help cheer me up.By about midnight she was absolutely hammered, and i was well on the way too.Our chat had turned from normal conversation to a bit naughty.I said to her not to keep me awake in the next room with her vibrator going all night, to which she replied "Don't worry, i will just use my fingers" and laughed.Anyway it got to about that time when the bed was calling, so i said i was going to go on up. I gave her.