Christina fell onto the floor with a bump, after slithering about on thesatin bed sheets “Shit! That’s another reason not to have satinbed sheets!...�� she cried, as she struggled to get up off the floor becauseof her tightly laced night corset. As she struggled to stand up, she pulled on the old oak wardrobe door, andit came off its hinges and almost flattened her. “That would have madea nasty mess on my soft ivory carpet.” she thought to herself. Inside the wardrobe, hanging neatly, are dresses,. My and mom's hearts both skipped a beat and our stomachs turned over as me and mom's eyes locked. "Ooohhh! . . . Shit! . . . Mat! . . . Shit! . . . Shit!" mom squealed as she fell to her knees trying unsuccessfully to cover her fanny with one hand and her tits with an arm. "Erm! ... erm! ... what are you doing here? ... I! ... I! ... erm! ... I thought that you were ya dad!" mom stated, falling over her words from the shock and realisation that I'd seen everything. "Soz mom, I wanted to say. I needed a place to crash. I guess I’m sleeping with you,” she replied while catching her breath. She was never slutty, but the way she said that last sentence really fired me up.Fast forward past the farewells to everyone at home. We lied saying I was dropping her off at her room in the hotel. I groped her well toned legs and rested my hand on her thigh the whole way home. She didn’t resist. I rushed to the door as soon as I parked, but I got naughty once she and I reached the door. Like I. “Is Gray not to witness the hanging, Ella? ... I know how you’ve been spoiling him ... surely he’s out of favour by now, and ripe for the attentions of Agnes?” Ella smiled curtly at her perverse humour, laced with a wanting for male disposal which came so naturally with it, the curt and sincere tone of Constance’s quip, making Creed’s anus ingle excitedly as he knelt on the cab floor between their skirts.“Oh really Constance, there’d be no males left to be entertained by, if you had your way.