I rubbed my pussy hard. I didn't want to take off my skirt, spandex or panties because I didn't want to get caught if somebody came in. So I kept rubb...ing through the outside of my spandex. Eventually I reached down inside my panties and used my fingers inside my pussy. I knew it wasn't going to take me long to finish because I kept imagining my teacher from my first class and her gorgeous body and butt. I just kept fingering and rubbing myself thinking of her until I finally squirted. My sister manouvered over her face with the strap-on and mom started sucking all her butt nectar off of it. My sister said don't lay down now, it's my turn. We can't said mom, your brother is going to be home any minute and we should get cleaned up before he gets here. Icouldn't resist anymore, i thought if mom and s*s are doin it, maybe i have a chance to. i walked through the doorway int the bedroom, neither of them noticed me for a second which gave me a chance to check out the goods. My s*s. Not only were their beaks hurting her, their claws were also causing her to cry as they dung into her chest and stomach. She was unable to shake them off. Slowly the birds ate all the bread but left the their familiar droppings all over her. She felt so dirty and could do nothing about it as she was almost sealed to the cross.She finally relaxed and let her mind drift, watching the clouds as they floated by. When she finally took note of what was happening she was a long way from shore and. She'd already put her hairup in large curlers and was wearing pink bedroom slippers. Mrs. Kellywanted to stop her and cross examine her about the obvious breasts underher towel but hesitated to make a scene early in the morning. What wasgoing on, she wanted to ask?And then there was the makeup. When she was a girl, she never rememberedwearing that much eye makeup to go to school. Or the little outfits thatalways were a bit too tight or revealing. She didn't want to push herrole as a mother.