I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him... to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He. Before the welcome screens had finished displaying their data, she had unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle about her feet. She then hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and lowered them to join the skirt. Fiona was now virtually naked from the waist down. Her stockings and suspender belt covered very little. She opened her blouse and unfastened her bra.Fiona started to explore her vast library of photographs saved from the internet. She had been collecting. My cock dropped out of her with the movement, and she rolled us over onto our sides so we were level and gazing into each others eyes.“OH. MY. GOD. That was incredible, Michael, absolutely A-MAZ-ING. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so good!”She moved her hands up to hold my head and kissed me on the lips. There was gratitude, requited passion, friendship, affection, endorphins and something more in that kiss. At least, that’s what my brain detected.So the words slipped out of my mouth before I. Peter then unstrapped and discarded her shoes, she stepped out of the body suit and Lynn Downing stood naked before the two men.Unbeknown to Lynn because of the blindfold, Peter ran one of the candles closely up and down her body, affording the young man a better view of the body he was anxious to ravish."The mask, unfortunately, hides her face which is indeed as lovely as her body. Perhaps another time that also shall be revealed to you. For the moment though," he said turning to Lynn, "I can.