. well, alive. As she dried her face with a hand towel, she eyed herself critically in a mirror, trying to decide if any man would even consider her a...ttractive anymore. She was a short, petite woman, her blonde hair cut short in a sensible, curly bob. She'd kept much of her slender figure, and didn't actually think she weighed too much more at thirty-eight than she had at twenty, when she'd started dating Martin ... although she knew that her hips and her bottom were a bit bigger and curvier. I used a kitchen towel to tie her left hand to the other bedpost. Her left foot was tied to a bedpost with one of her old flannel shirts. Her right foot was tied to the last bedpost with my tee-shirt.I refilled the jars and crawled into bed again. When I threw my hand over her chest my hand landed right on one of Mom's breasts. I felt my face flush as I realized what I had done and quickly moved my hand further down to her belly.I thought back to the first week in June when we had moved up. Stood up with a raging red thick hard on.I took his hand and we stumbled up the stairs trying HARD to not wake Mom. He helped me out of my dress .Took some time. I hung it up in his BR.He stood behind me gently rubbing his cock against my petticoats and butt.He kissed & licked my neck and ears. I reached behind and took his hard on in my tiny girly hands. We got so high,that I took off my petticoats & panties.Jim took a few. It was Nick’s duty to pick up Anna from volleyball practice. His eyes widened as she walked out from the locker room in her practice uniform: a thin-strapped white sports bra and black spandex shorts that perfectly hugged her round butt cheeks, clearly without any panties underneath, her hair back in a ponytail. Even though he felt the creep of dark, dirty thoughts about his niece, their conversation was easy on the ride home.“It’s really great having you around, Uncle Nick.”“Yeah, I’m really.