A woman needs a real man to fuck her,a real man with a real cock, not a little girl... " She paused a momentand said more gently, "Oh, quit crying. ... little boy then." Thank you, Lady," I sniffed and wiped an arm across my face."Go into the bathroom, and wash and dry your face," you said, again withgentleness. "I love my little one, you know," this very softly andsweetly.I looked at my wife/Mistress, the love of my life, and my utter surrenderto and love for her needed no word. She smiled. Again when i got to her thighs she asked me to go a little bit under the fabric. She spread her legs again and I got to get real close to her pussy. This time when i would get close and go back away she was letting out some decent moans. I could feel the heat from her pussy so coming from her right thigh i went down and went under the fabric a little. It was hot inside there and I felt a little of her peach fuzz. I did the same to the other size. By now there was a big wet spot right on her. “Forgive the language, Anita,” said Malcolm, “but I have to agree with your daughter. You look absolutely stunning.”Anita smiled and pirouetted. Her outfit accented her every positive feature, of which there were many. She was wearing a very tight white leather miniskirt which only barely covered the tops of her sheer stockings. The stockings highlighted her shapely legs, right down to the four-inch white spike heels she had on. A matching white leather bustier pushed her D cup breasts up and. Running to the bathroom, I got my shirt halfway undone. Cassie stood there in the middle of the bathroom in a plush white robe that we stole from the Bellagio. Well, stole and then paid for it when the bill came a week later, but we still called it stolen.She opened her robe to me, revealing her still wet, naked, lush body. I squeezed her so hard I thought I might hurt her, but she squeezed me back just as hard. The relief of being with her again, after such a long, long time… it was incredible.