Unlike the wenches he was used to bedding, she was slim and long of leg. He lifted his kilt to wrap his hand around his cock, stroked his hardness as ...e watched the tableau before him unfold. She cupped her small breasts in her hands, squeezed and played with them, her head arching back in rapture. A hand snaked down her body to cover her sex, to stroke the wee bud that brought women pleasure. Donal’ stroked harder as he watched the Lady kneel on the floor and spread her legs to rub the bud. Her butt wasnt the biggest but it was very roundly shaped, as proven by the so called booty-shorts that she wore during summer. I had never seen her naked, the most Ive seen of her is when she would wake up in a sports bra and the tight cotton shorts and she would walk around the house like that. I would always try to get a peek whenever she would bend over and that pose would be the many fantasies of my masturbatory sessions. Well it all took a turn for the worse or best, depending on how you. Doing something."It just happened one day. I think I was teasing him, and he hugged me ... and it just happened." That's all she said, because that's all she thought they could handle. She couldn't tell them that she had seduced him, and then gotten him hard as often as she dared."You had sex with Uncle Bob?" Carly's voice sounded a bit whiney now."Yes," said Beth. "So I can understand why you might have been ... curious. Is that what it was? Curiosity? Or have you two been fooling around. “You ... saw ... all of me, yesterday. I guess there is nothing for me to cover up as long as you won’t be grossed out thinking about how awful I looked...” Her voice drifted away.“Will it upset you for me use the hot tub with you?” I had to ask.“Oh, Mark ... No ... absolutely not. If you won’t be disgusted seeing me that way, I promise that I won’t mind at all.“You saved me, Mark. I was dying. I know I was, and you took me in like I was family. How many people take in a homeless freak who.