Next morning, when I went to her house, we started our chat normally and after a while she said that her whole body was in pain and she needed someone...to give her some good massage. Suddenly I suggested giving her very good massage. She stood up and went inside her bedroom, after a minute she came out of her bedroom wearing a bath robe and told me to come in.She laid herself onto the bed with her back facing me, and asked me to give her some good relief on her back and shoulders. I put my hand. " She gave me a stern look. "Just ease on back over to your side of the bench." She told me."What's the matter?" I asked, hurt. "Don't you want to be next to me?" More than anything," she said sincerely. "But they're right inside the house. We have to be very careful. If they suspect that we have so much as kissed each other, we'll never be allowed to be alone again. You'll just have to wait until our rides. You can do that, can't you?"I sighed. "I suppose." Already I was adding up how many. I thought about putting an enema in me and then abutt plug, but I want to find out more information about the long term effectsif you leave an enema in you, so I decided to just use a butt plug. I would also pull my hair back and tie a rope to it. Moreon that later. I wanted to make a change on the bra, but hadtrouble deciding what to do. I added several tacks to each side aroundthe nipple area. I put them in so that they would poke into the base ofmy nipples. I was ready, and it was about. Billy's eyes moved, though. He looked at his mother's straining tits, seeing round firm tit flesh, the tilt of her rubbery nipples. Then he slipped his eyes downward. They were somewhat unfocused and glowed with desire. He stared at the thick mat of cunt hair, her tong, slim thighs, then looked up again."Billy," Joan finally managed to whisper. "Don't look at me that way." I like it, Mom," Billy said, his voice strangely like a grown man's."But you mustn't," she replied, wondering why she.