Ever since the weekend Gina spent the night, my daughter seemed a little different, more energetic and willing to help around the house. I often wonde...ed if I imagined the moaning sounds coming from the top of the stairs in my uncontrollable moment of passion with Gina, and was one of my children looking down at what I was doing at that moment. Was it Kristy? Or was it Tommy? Maybe I just imagined the whole thing and tried to tell myself it was one of them. I walked in the direction of the. Remember I always picked her to ride?’ ‘I…uh, yeah…’ ‘Those were jolly times, weren’t they Betty?’ ‘Uh, yeah. Haha,’ Betty said, recalling vividly the time Eugenia stole a riding crop from her horse stable and was later suspended from school for brandishing it in class. She felt guilty when she realized that her memories of actually riding horses with Eugenia, by comparison, were foggy at best. ‘Anyway. So you can lend me some money, right?’ Eugenia persisted. ‘I mean, it isn’t any skin off. By this time, my head was reeling. This sudden outburst by mom, the physical sensations of her tits against my back, the quick glimpse of what I knew to be her pussy, and the realization and embarrassment that I didn’t mind the bra on me… I kind of liked it.As all this was trying to process in my head, I saw that mommy was stepping closer to me again, and in a quick motion, she had pulled down my boxers.I let out a little shriek and tried to bend down and cover myself, but mommy grabbed a. She had gotten so horny she seduced her other brother who lived there too. He was a virgin and a poor fuck but better than nothing.Nisha said that Sushil had gotten much better lately and then explained how that had happened. Rashmi replied that her new husband kept talking about how attractive Nisha was to the point she got mad at him.With a wicked look on her face, Rashmi asked Nisha if they could swap husbands that night. Nisha said it would be fun. Rashmi then asked if Sushil had a.