“I’ll help too!” Beth offered, as I wiped the cheese and sauce from my hair. They quickly cleared the table, and Beth told Mary to climb up on ...it, and kneel down. She reached under Mary’s body, and grabbed hold of her budding tits, kneading and squeezing them, as Mary let out a shriek.“Beat her butt, Uncle Bill. She has some nerve, wasting good food like that!” Beth suggested. Being the dutiful and devoted uncle that I was, I proceed to haul off and smack Mary’s skinny ass time and again,. "Gulp."I returned from shopping a few weeks ago and when I didn't find youdownstairs, I came upstairs very quietly thinking that you might beresting. As I came to the bedroom, I peeked in and saw you standing infront of the mirror wearing a slip and one of my square dance petticoats.You were slowly rubbing your cock through the petticoat and appeared tobe intoxicated with the joy that it was bringing you. For a moment, Iwas irritated that you hadn't revealed your fondness for my things andthe. Pam was wearing a short yellow robe that was darlingly short, coming down just below the curve of her ass and Philip knew if she bent over at all he'd see what, if anything, she had on underneath it. He was enjoying seeing it on her but he was slightly surprised that she hadn't put something a bit longer on in front of him. He sat there watching his daughter's backside moving underneath the fabric of the robe as she moved back and forth and talked to him over her shoulder.Philip could feel his. ‘Come to bed’, he said.We both stood up, and let the dresses fall to the floor, he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom.We kicked off our heels, and lay on the bed, running our hands over each others silky, lacy slips, deeply kissing each other.After a few minutes I rolled Phil onto his back, and lay on top of him, pressing our bulging lingerie against each other. ‘Malc, have you ever inserted anything into your.... you know, your.....’‘You mean my bum?’ I said.‘Yes’, he replied.‘No, I.