She took another handful and rubbed it into her face. It felt so good touching her twat, so she did it a third time and added a bit more to her boobs....Then she took her panties and pushed them carefully up her ass. Her anus was tight and she couldn't quite get them all inside her - she was left with a little pit of cloth poking out of her butt.She looked around in his suitcase and found a small packet of stationary in a zip-lock bag. This didn't surprise her - her brother didn't go anywhere. Bringing dead flowers to one still living in hopes of making her cunt randy enough she might give up her modest airs and admit to herself her own lustful wish to be fucked. How avant garde. You need only bring a huge bottle of Burgundy wine, or maybe that hellish liquid Absinth. Say enough to get two musketeers drunk, and then ply her with it till her head is a-wobble on that pale neck. Then simply take what you wish. Be it mouth, cunt or her rose-curled anus. How much simpler a task could you. I did, and found that the arches were the perfect size. Was that on purpose? He came over and pushed me down, so that I was leaning on the top of the table—or whatever it was. I felt something moving around my ankles but did not dare to look. Then he came over in front of me and moved the same something around my wrists. I looked awkwardly and saw that I had been tied down, my arms to the sides of the front two legs, my feet to the back of the rear two legs. I attempted feebly. Timmy was smiling too as he feasted his eyes on the narrow scrap of white between his mothers thighs and thought of how it was caressing her beautiful little bottom as she moved and how it would be pulled up tightly in between the lips of her pussy at the front.Hurriedly, he undressed while Sandra put some perfumed crystals in the water and slipped out of the robe,"Well?" she laughed, "Have I got to take my own knickers off now?" Ooh no mummy" he said excitedly, "I love doing that for.