“Unfasten your skirt, April.” She nodded and reached for the zipper at her hip. “Turn your back to me,” I told her.She turned and faced away....��I want you to slide your skirt down. Nice and slow. Over your heels and off.”April slowly pulled her skirt down. Beneath it, she wore a silky black thong and garter belt with lace trim. I admired the curve of her ass as she bent to slide the skirt off. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”She turned to face me with a mischievous smile.“So I chose well?” she. I walked around to the side of the bed closest to them and silently chuckled to see Erin’s left breast crusted with dried milk. Lynn must have had a late-night snack.As I got closer, the aroma of sex was strong. Erin was allowing her pubic hair to grow back and it was returning to the sparse wavy blonde mat that I had enjoyed on Lynn and mines first anniversary. I leaned over and kissed Erin’s belly, just above her hairline. Inhaling my wife’s scent instantly stirred my penis. I continued to. "Did you like my dancing?", she asked in a sing-song voice."Y... yes. It was very good!" I can tell... you look as if you were enjoying yourself." Her hand went down and came to rest in the C.E.O.'s crotch. "It feels like it too! Mmm... nice and hard!"I smiled as I watched as Jasmine unzipped the head of the Disney company's pants and proceeded to give him what I knew would be world-class head! He gripped the arms of his chair and groaned as this fantasy princess come-to-life sucked his cock. . The Vegemites andthe Fingerlings call me The Hung Woman, but I'd prefer you call me Joan.Joan Jones." That's a peculiar sort of name," said The Tin Woodsman."My family would agree with you. My father Jack, my mother Jill, mybrothers Jimbo, Jack Jr. and Jumbo Jack, they all still insist on callingme John. Or at least they did the last time I saw them, quite a few yearsago..." Why did they call you that?" Because that was the name they gave me at birth. You see, I was born-"there was a drumroll.