In the first photo she is sitting on the leather sofa, wearing a long black dress, sleeveless, modest neckline, her hands are tied behind her back, th...e skirt has been pulled to just above her knee, revealing dark nylons, black high heels. In the second she is facing the camera, still wearing shoes, but now naked up to the waist where her dress is bunched, knees apart. In the third, her dress is still at her waist and her legs bare, but now her knees are together and her ankles tied, and the top. Junie immediately felt the dampness of her thighs and the heat emanating from her pussy. It was like a furnace under her skirt.“See, what did I tell you you’re overworking an old lady? I can’t remember the last time I danced. I need some more wine,” Emily said replacing Junie’s hand in his lap and going to the kitchen.Emily poured the last of the bottle into her glass. She was beginning to feel a little tipsy and a lot horny. She had come so close in the den to placing Junie’s hand on her pussy. Now also look at it this way. If instead you had done everything that you had done today here on the living room rug then I found you as you guys were, do you think you would be in trouble?”“No Ma’am. I don’t think so. Because we really were just sleeping.”Another sip of wine. “Exactly. In fact, I had been home for about 15 minutes and knew you two were sleeping. Pete, you snore.”We all laughed at that. “My daughter was not tousled, there was no scent of, ahhh, excess actions taken. And Linda. My mom wasn't lying; there was fresh fruit onthe table. Apples, oranges, bananas... quite a change of pace from anoversized bowl of Fruity Pebbles. I grabbed a banana, and a bottle ofwater from the fridge -- which, shockingly, had no soda in it at all --then grabbed my keys out of the dish by the back door. It was kind ofrefreshing to come across something that hadn't changed. We'd been usingthat same key dish in that same spot ever since we'd moved into thishouse, and even better, my keys had.