"Billie would you massage my feet for me? I have been standing all day and you know how much I like your foot massages."Amanda did I ever tell you how...much Billie likes doing my feet? When we lived at home Billie used to do this all the time. Billie, should I also tell Amanda what else you used to do to relax me?" Please Kathy; don't try and embarrass me in front of my wife." Then be a good boy and run along and make me a rum and coke, then come to my room and massage my feet while I sip my. " she panted, still covering the entrance to her still spasming womb."Nonsense! Fuck her Father! Let her feel your manhood inside her!" Katherine ordered."I'd be happy to Sister. With your help of course!" I replied as I spread the nun's legs, trying to expose her glistening wet pussy. Sister Anne pulled her hands away, gently reminding Marie that the object of the nights get-together was to experience a man's touch. Sister Marie relaxed enough to let me guide my stiff prick to the entrance of. Now she spread her legs as wide as she could. This was all I needed. She was so wet I sunk two fingers in her at once, she let out a low moan. "Are you OK?" her husband asked her. He was looking at her. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride." There she was talking to her husband with her son's fingers in her cunt. "How much farther until we stop?" "I don't want to stop until I go a little. Oh my, she thought as she walked into her bedroom and began to take off her suit. In her mind she fanaticized it was David taking off her suit as she slowly undid the top ties and let it fall and then cupping her breast, cupping each and then holding the nipples between fingers and rolling and pinching. AH, she moaned a little and then her hands moved down to the waist band and pushed it down lower and lower, watching herself in the mirror. The suit was on the floor and she stood looking in.