Her breasts had grown and her hips had widened. Her hourglass frame was just like that of her mother . Emma turned to look at him and smiled. She was ...barely wearing any clothing due to the hot weather. She was in the pool, cooling her hot body. Her bathing suit was sticking to her skin like a second layer and her nipples were hardening. He groaned, feeling his dick getting hard. He tried to fight off those feelings but every day that passed, he found himself getting turned on . Much like any. Get across the bed..NOW.” He ordered.“Yes Sir.” Nyasia quipped. Quickly kneeling on the mattress and then collapsing across it. With no arms to aid her, she just flopped down. She then felt him jerk her legs apart and begin wrapping each ankle in thick rope. Tying them off to rings mounted on the sturdy bed frame.“Gawd what a hot fucking view. Those white socks, your perfect round rump and the dark skin of your pussy, ggrrrrr.” He growled, stroking his cock and pondering which end to fuck first. Karen cries out with each stroke, but then this calm comes over her. All her concerns and worries seem to wash away from her. She is now feeling absolved of all guilt and burdens. The spanking with the brush stings as it lands, not only on her cheeks but upper thighs. Karen feels herself reaching a different height of excitement as Maude slows the brush and stops. Karen is a little frustrated that she did not climax, but Maude tells her to stand, and go sit on Dorothy’s lap. Karen does as. My biscuits and gravy are pretty good. Mom insisted both us girls learn how to make biscuits. How do you like your eggs?’ ‘I like over-easy, how about you?’ ‘I like eggs no matter how they’re prepared. Over-easy it is.’ We both washed our hands and walked to the kitchen. I remembered later that this was the first time since she died that I didn’t think of Lydia while working in the kitchen. ‘Tom, why don’t you start the sausage and I’ll make the biscuits. After the dough is ready, they’ll.