Nonsense Mrs Stevens your perfectly welcome to use our makeshift pot no need to go all the way home.But wont Donny have to clean up the you know..me...ss? Well that will teach him not to fiddle with the toilet again wont it? and besides I dont really think he minds all that much. I suppose she replied. is now OK to use it? Donny is the pot clean? Yea Mom all clean....There... nice and clean for you take your time were. .. if that. I strike up a conversation. I lean over to tie my laces, making sure he can see my breasts hanging down in my bra. I look up and his tongue is hanging out. It's so easy with men it doesn't seem fair. But it's her I need. She's the key.I love what you're wearing. Your hair looks great. Do you do it yourself? You're a very attractive woman. How do you stay so slim?(light touch on her arm.) Bet a lot of guys hit on you. Does your husband get jealous? Wink and a smile.He's a successful. ”“Cool.” I heard a flush. “Why are you showering anyway?”“Went swimming.” I finished rinsing and turned off the water. When I opened the shower curtain Bethany handed me my towel. “Thanks.”“I wish y’all had a pool. I’d love to swim for a while, but I didn’t bring my suit.” She glanced around the bathroom. “Wait, where’s your suit?”Shit! I scrambled for a moment as I dried my legs. While I delayed giving an answer, I caught her looking at my wet panties hanging from the hot water knob.“You went. Meanwhile Alan took a second piece and tied Cassie's hands together in front of her and having secured them to one another he fed the loose end of the rope through the first band around her ankle and pulled the rope tight. This forced Cassie to bend over and presented her arse perfectly for any punishment that Alan saw fit. Ritchie laughed about paddling her arse until Alan told him to shut up.Next Alan took a third length of the rope and began tying it around Ritchie's ankles; although he did.