"That's much better slut." I did it once more and she responded the same.I released her from the bookshelf and freed her hands. She rubbed her wrists ...to regain some feeling, and then dropped them to her sides.Then I gave mom new instructions. "Put two of your own fingers into your pussy, and then clean them." She squatted down slightly and worked the first two fingers of her right hand up inside of her sloppy cunt. "Mother, how do you like showing me what a nasty slut you are? Be honest." Mom's. The phone call that I figured should have come in twelve hours ago finally arrived. Margaret said, "How are you guys doing? It is kind of lonely around here now."The probes at home indicated that Tom was at his computer now. "Let Tommy tell you about our trip. I would like you to keep it quiet though. We have not had a talk with your husband yet. If things work out well you and he will join us next week." Where are you now?"Tommy spoke to the air, "We're in Egypt at the moment. We went to a. His brow rose as he watched her, wondering what she would do or say next to surprise him. He knew there would be something. She set the glass down and smiled, savoring the momentary flush. Seated, he was now at eye level with her and she leaned in again. A little unsteady this time, she put her hand on his shoulder and his legs widened to let her stand a bit closer. ‘There’s something else I’d like to give you if it’s okay.’ She came back a bit to see his face. ‘Oh? Whats that?’ Moving just. "She wants to go to town, care to join us?" he asked.I thought about it for awhile, true I do need a few things, a new bra for one, and Shelley's was always good company."Yeah, I need a few things," I said.We sat and drank our tea, his eyes never far from my swaying bust. Shelley arrived dressed in a very short skirt; she does have exceptionally good legs, long and slim, better than mine anyway. Mine, I feel are a bit thick at the top, but my bust is bigger and nicer than hers; well I think so.