And everytime she thought about it, she herself got more and more aroused. They spoke some words and Hedviga thought it sounded like they both had their attention on her ravished mother, so she dared to open the blanket a little, to see what was happening. Frida gathered their wooden sticks and hid them in a bag under the pillows of the bed and then strapped on her own leather belt with handles. She tried to squirm, but her movements were very restricted by the weight of her mother on her thighs, the hard thing was slowly pressing its way in between her swollen pussy lips. As he let one leg go, to loosen his belt, Hedviga managed to kick him in the chest. When her head stopped spinning she sat up on weak arms and looked over at her mother. Hedviga hesitated… Until now she had only ever had the tip of her finger inside there, and even that had felt like a huge intrusion.
