Katerina pulled her fingers out of my pussy and moved around me.She pulled off her dress, winking at me. Like Zinaida, she wore no panties. The presid...nt’s wife had heavy tits, large and swaying. Her dusky-pink nipples thrust hard and fat. Her stomach was smooth. You’d never known they just had their second child.With a wink, Katerina draped herself over her sister-in-law.I groaned as the Russian president’s wife and sister made out on the couch, swapping my cum back and forth. My futa-dick. But that would come after breakfast, they were all hungry and wanted their well-hung boy to join them as they fed and tended to his every need, even Jean holding his cock as he emptied his morning bladder. She just loved moving it around like a machine gun splashing all around the bowl below.They were cooking in the kitchen, doing about what any of these girls did in the kitchen. They mostly never turned on a range or an oven but they knew how to microwave and could do toast if pressed.So, it. I swear I could feel the two dildos touching each other through my walls as I bucked my hips to harmonize with Jennifer’s thrusting. I was gasping for air one moment, squirming and shuddering the next. I looked down, I was covered in a sheen of sweat. Then I couldn’t take any more as Jennifer lowered her head and sucked on my clit. My body gave way to a shuddering and all-encompassing multiple orgasms.It could have been one massive orgasm followed by a string of aftershocks; I don’t know, I’ve. Before long the guests will be arriving, and we sure don't want you looking like this when that happens. Go into the kitchen."Angela, a very pretty girl, had changed into a short black leather skirt, and a low cut blouse that showed ample cleavage. She wore dark pantyhose but didn't have any shoes on yet. She followed me into the kitchen and then called out to me; as I turned my head she took another snapshot."This is a bun shot," she laughed. "I just had to get one of your cute little buns!.