I knew them well myself. The feather tickled her hard nipples, and her inner thighs, and the back of her knees. Every point that brought her to peak a...rousal. But Cynthia stayed clear of her cunt. That was for use later. No one cared, but I was jerking myself off. My cock was rock hard. Masturbating was my only outlet if I was allowed to be there when Ursula and Cynthia played. ‘Allowed’ is the right word, and it should have given me fair warning that my love affair with Ursula had begun to spin. My husband asked him to go to room and pick the photos in my album. I was having lunch with my children then in the dining hall and heard what my husband said. I stopped and asked my nephew not to go my room as there are some private photos of me. I told him that I would give later but my children and husband gave him green signal and told me that he would be my future husband and he can see any photo of me.I became more nervous. There were some photos where I was wearing night dress. Some. So many emotions fighting for control of her face, Desire, trepidation, her eyebrows knitting and softening, her lips and jaw trembling. I could feel her whole body shaking I could almost hear her heart racing. Her breathing coming in short ragged inhales and exhales. She all but whimpered until finally she came to a decision. Steeling herself she swallowed and stood a little straighter looking me in the eyes as she had when she first arrived at my door seemingly ages ago. Taking a deep breath. She walked and walked, her feet playing against the moving water, it was very cold but felt refreshing on her feet. She had walked almost a mile down then turned around and headed back. It worked up her appetite and she was famished. The ham sandwiches would taste extra good and the brownies with hot coffee would be delicious. She was glad she had filled her thermos.The walk really gave her a workout, she felt muscles in her legs and feet she forgotten she had! She reached her blanket and.