Easing her into the tub, stockings, collar and all, I turned the warm water on and let it fill up.Brian had followed silently, looking puzzled why I w...uld be doing this small act of kindness for his own parent. I forced him from the bathroom and into a doorway that was obviously her bedroom and I was shocked at the state of it.Lingerie was flung about upon the floor, there were ropes at various strategic places that was obviously seen use, a ping-pong-paddle lay in the corner, various porn mags. Woo! See ya soon!” It was a long three weeks. My dildo kept me in a nearlyconstant state of arousal, teasing me right to theedge, and then backing off, over and over, until Iwould finally reach orgasm. After a brief chance torest, it started all over again. I was always flushed,and slightly bowlegged. Plus I always had to wear thesame skirt. It was the only one I owned that was long enough not toshow off my new friend whenever I sat down. (How doScotsmen get away with kilts?) And, instead. .A box of nice chocolates was easy to get since they sold them at the soap store, I also grabbed some bubble bath and lotion. But when it came to buying lacy underwear I was lost. I thought about calling Jill since she would probably help me out and know the sort of store, but she seemed suspicious enough as it was. Mom would flip out if I asked her. I considered taking a pair of Jills since they were pretty much new and not something you wore often. But before I resorted to second hand. She tried to kick and fight me off, so I stuffed part of the towel in her mouth and used both hands to hold her body in position and sink every inch of my cock into her hot, tight cunt. Once I was inside I could hear her screaming through the towel for me to stop, she seemed like she was practically pleading, but I didnt care. I thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could manage without losing my rhythm. Her pussy was much tighter than my mothers and I swear it was gripping at me. I ripped.