“Start with her breasts,” I moaned. “Just massage those tits. Keep her on edge. Make her feel amazing.”“Yes!” Stefani moaned, her voice fe...erish.Mrs. Armstrong’s hands seized her daughter’s breasts, the diamond wedding ring flashing. She promised to be faithful, but she was our naughty sex slave. It was so hot. I reveled in it, my thighs rubbing together. My clit throbbed and ached. My juices leaked down my thighs.The MILF squeezed her daughter’s tits. She massaged them, working her fingers. Once everything was set up, a lot of the booths were opened for the Amish to use. There was a dance in the evening. Aunt Jo says the Amish are like everyone else. They like to have fun.In the City, Mom, my aunts and Nanny CC did final fittings for the dresses.Sheila:Thursday night I held a small dance class for some neophytes. Afterward I did a demonstration with a competent amateur, who happened to work for Sean—meaning me. It was difficult to restrain myself, even with that thought firmly in. My drive burning like a fire desperate to be quenched. He stroked my clit with the side of his hand and slid it back towards my knee, "My, you are worked up, aren't you?" Just a bit," I said, pulling my breasts free through the top of my lowcut dress.His hand idly found my left nipple as he continued making his way towards the interstate. Even that subtle touch sent an electric charge straight to my loins. I played with my right breast and teased my clit while I impatiently waited for the. Something sparked inside of me, and I held nothing back. I kissed her like my life depended on it, while my hands began to explore her body. I reached behind her and got a handful of her ass. It was so much more satisfying than I anticipated, as it was much larger than it looked, and definitely bigger than Sophie’s. I pulled her close and lifted her leg up to wrap around me. I felt my dick pressing up against her pussy and slowly started grinding back and forth. My hands then moved up to her.