Her mound is smoothly waxed. Nothing hiding her, she is completely open for him. His hands meet in the middle of her mound, his thumbs touching, befor... slowly running down to part her lips. Opening her even further to his gaze. She tightly closes her eyes, wondering if he can see how wet she is, as it runs down her thighs. She feels shy about her wanton behaviour, but is unable to control herself. His thumbs graze over her swollen clit. She jumps at the contact. Her core is pulsing even more.. Sixty minutes later, she was still working on my face,and Debbie was still working on my hands. “This is aLIGHT makeover?” I wondered to my myself. How long does it take for acomplete job? I really didn’t want to know. At that moment my wife walked in with a shopping bag.“How are we coming? Oh, that looks just darling,” shesaid as she grinned at me. She then bent over andbegan removing my shoes. “What are you doing honey?” I asked. “Oh, I. She adored my enlarged and sensitized natural breasts and insisted on incorporating them into our love-making. The sensation of her tweaking my sensitive nipples with her talons while filling me with her latex rod truly was sensory overload.It seemed I could not escape the constant barrage of publicity and gossip surrounding Brock and Alexis’ whirlwind romance. Her identity had become known, and the obvious comparisons to the television siren had been drawn. That was worthy of a separate round. I told Gillian and Natalie that when they went to school I expected themto wear their hair no longer than their Mum's and to dress appropriately.This meant no skirts or heels, no make up and no cleavage on display.I was called the day after Gillian came home with her mug by theHeadmistress because my wife, Bridget, was on a training course."I am sending Gillian home from school." Why?" Because she has come to school in high heels, fishnet stockings and aleather miniskirt."I explained that I was.