"Alright, Bobbie. How do I look?" Sylvia asked. She was wearing a dress.It was an old one, it still fit her, but may have come from the wrongdecade. L...ike the 80s.There was a knock at the door when Bobbie opened her mouth to speak.Sylvia quickly crossed the room and opened the door. Roy was there, in aslightly different suit, also looking like the 80s never died.Bobbie grinned a little. "Just fine, Mom. Just fine." Hi, Sylvia. You ready?" Roy asked smiling. Sylvia returned the expressionand. I’d never met Andy and Mike had been in his early teens last time he’d seen his uncle.Although they were twins they weren’t identical, but were very similar. The big difference was that Andy had lost most of his hair, was deeply tanned and spoke with a broad Australian accent! The hugs had been somewhat tight and Ron had actually squeezed my arse!It was summer so I was wearing a pleated tartan mini skirt that came a few inches above my knee, a dark blue t-shirt and some wedge heel sandals, so. I started to fondle my breast, letting my nipple rub against the palm of my hand, hardening with each squeeze I made. I imagined him, sucking on my pussy, running him tongue from the start of my lips right back to the hole, gently and cheekily pushing inside me every now and then. The thoughts of that night over took me, I lost control and ran my hand down to my pussy and pushed my legs apart. Running my fingertips up the inside of my legs, my thighs to tease myself lasted a few. " Brian pleaded while the stepmotherwas busy uploading the shots to a secure cloud storage.Once it was done, she placed the phone on top of her dresser beforewalking towards the silk-covered King-sized bed. Sitting by the edge ofthe bed, Elizabeth gracefully crossed her long nylon-encased legs at theknees. Reaching for her neatly done up bun, she released her majestic longblonde hair from the pins and clips. The golden tresses fell free past hershoulders, almost touching the bed as she leaned.