I walked into the hallway and opened our front door to be casually surprised by a tall black man holding a suitcase.“Hi I’m Carl and I’m here to...tattoo your wife” Carl said in a very deep voice.“I’m Wilf, please come in” I said extending my hand in a warm greeting. Carl was huge. I watched as his massive hand covered mine with our handshake as he stepped inside our front door. He must have stood about six four and was wearing a very tight T-shirt showing off his very strong muscular physique,. She is unsure if those feeling were even real. If it were not for the manipulation, would I still have had them? Was Saige just playing along or did she really have them? It all becomes too much. The more she thinks about it, the more she becomes depressed about it. And the last thing she wants is what may or may not have been real to get in the way of what she definitely knows to be real.She doesn’t head to her assigned room. She knows that if she goes there, she’ll be alone—alone in a room. She gently fondled with Connie's delicate breasts through her t-shirt, slowly squeezing and releasing her tits. I heard a moan from my wife.They concluded the kiss and withdrew from each other. For a moment both of them stood silently facing each other, then Nikki took the hold of Connie's t-shirt at the hem and began lifting it off her body. I gaped in amazement as my wife lifted her hands in air helping my sister in removing her t-shirt. Connie was not wearing her bra, therefore as her. How about you just relax and let me take care of you?" Okay! That does sound really nice."My stepmother leaned into me and we shared a deep and passionate kiss. Her tongue danced in my mouth. Her kisses were so sweet and passionate. Her hands were on my dress, holding and massaging my breasts. My nipples were hard and stiff and I was feeling really horny."Why don't you take your dress off, Dakota?" Okay!"I stood up and took my dress off. I was left with my white lace panties and my silver.