Instead, I opened my eyes from my fantasizing and found my mother staring at me."You are quite the pervert, you know that Bobby? How often do you peep...on my like this, huh? I must admit, I admire your determination, but this is sick." I was stunned at the calmness in my mother's voice. I responded with "Huh...?" and she laughed. "Bobby, I know you spy on me. I knew ever since I saw that CD poking out from under the door a few weeks ago. Sure, I wasn't expecting you to catch me touching myself. ." She was starting to slump now, hanging from her wrists, her legs weak. Well, three consecutive orgasms should be enough for a starter, I thought to myself. I slowly eased my finger from her anus, my thumb from her vagina. I gave a few last familiar strokes of my tongue to her vulva and clitoris, fondly tweaked her swollen labia with my fingers, and then slid my hands up her naked body as I rose to my feet. Squeezing both her breasts, I found her mouth with mine and gave her a long. When she was on her way out one afternoon to get the groceries, I stopped her at the door and called her to my side. With a puzzled look on her face, she walked over into the living room where I was seated, and stood quietly beside my chair waiting for me to speak. Without a word, I held up the butt plug I had hidden at my side, and with a big grin on my face, waited to see my wife's reaction.It was priceless. She knew right away my intentions, and you could see the thought of it terrified her.. He remembered his dad's saying: "Never assume — it will make an ass out of u and me." The thought brought a grimace to face that he quickly hid."I need to start working," Anya announced."Okay," Travis replied making it clear he had no clue what work she needed to do.Anya explained, "I need a quiet place to sit undisturbed so that I can concentrate." Use any room in the cabin you want," Travis suggested, "I'm going out to the garage behind the cabin where I keep my workshop." What's a.