Unke pairon (legs) mein dhire dhire flow ho ke niche zameen mein gir rahi thi.Mummy ne left leg ko bed ke upar rakha, aur jhuk ke dusre towel se, us g...ele leg ko pochne lagi. Unke open hairs samne spread ho gaye the. Unke is jhukne ke kaaran, unki gaand ekdum ubhar ke shape mein aa rahi thi.Us curvyness ko dekh ke bhaiya ke pant ke andar tent aur bhi tight bante ja raha tha. Fir mummy ne dhire se, apne badan pe bandhe huye towel ko open kiya. Aur ekdm nazakat se woh towel sarsarate huye zameen. Keep in mind that her boots and skirt were still on at this point. I slid my hand up her skirt, grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them down. They matched the bra. That was such a turn on. I slid my hands back up her skirt and unzipped the back of it as she thrust her hips up for me. I slid that down and dropped it on the floor. I stopped for a second to take in the view I had. I was standing naked between her legs. Her boots were still on, her glasses and bra were still on and her hair. He talked about a few things but mostly about being caught like this and what it would mean if he did write a citation for us…the embarrassment for Jack. While he did this – after fondling me pretty well – I watched as he removed his gunbelt, to put everything in the front seat. He then opened the one back door; wound the window down then, closed it again. I was told to lean into the open window, head and shoulders inside then, find something to grab and hold onto.I was told to take a step. I’m not sure why I asked my daughter that, it was like another automatic response. ‘I think she’s upstairs, packing.’ Otterley replied quietly, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Suddenly I was so very angry again, I couldn’t continue deadheading the damned roses. I feared that if I did, I’d pull the fresh blooms off as well. I found myself stepping back and watching the girls continue. Really, I wanted to rush upstairs and throttle Margery. But not so much for announcing that she was.