As I watched her and thought about our hours of love making I began to grow erect. She was laying there so inviting I couldn’t help but want to touc...h her. I ran my fingers lightly across her belly. I watched the goose flesh chase it’s way up her body. I lightly teased the lining of her panties and then nudged my fingers under the band. I lightly caressed the top of her pussy with my fingers. She spread her legs wider instinctively, still sleeping. I ran my fingers down further and lightly. I have watched him grow from a scrappy little k*d into the teen stud that he is and I have been proud of him every step of the way. Greg is a soccer player. I have attended all his games and have marveled at how all that running and kicking have helped him to develop beautiful, well muscled legs and a perfect butt. His blond hair and blue eyes, his dimples, and his smile would melt even the hardest heart. It is hard not to fall in love with a k*d like Greg – and many have!Greg’s mom, my dear. I was starting to learn how the stone could make people do what I wanted but it seems that they have to secretly want it too like my sister and her lesbian scene from Saturday.Hoping that Sue and Dad may be at it again I went around the side of the house instead of through the front door. As I made my way towards the rear of the house I heard hammering from the garage. I tried the door but it was locked. "Hey Dad you in there?" the hammering stopped and Dad called out that he was working on. McMorning looked at him with satisfaction, mistaking his bowed head for humility and shame, when really, Frank Leigh was getting ready to run in case she decided to start reciting some of her work again. And he only ever normally ran for the bathroom after a bad curry, but these were desperate times.She teetered behind him and undid his wrists, and then his gag, after which he stood up and pulled his underwear and trousers up, firmly belting them. And then he looked at her. Right into her eyes..