Given thisperspective he saw what he had been wanting. Familiar with photographsand plans and drawings was the Louis XV vanity set he had been longin....The site of which gave him a jones like he had never had before. Itstill had its original oval mirror. Mercury silvered. And an ornatelycarved chair.An inspection of the price tag was even more of a burst of pleasure.While the tag seemed physically larger than the one he remembered fromthe octagonal table, the price was less. Only a few. Mary's phone rang. "Hello Michael." I said answering it. Short version, he would be late, we should eat without him. I didn't bother telling him we already had. "Here," I said holding the phone towards Tommy, "He wants to talk to you."He took the phone and I started to walk around behind him. As he started talking, I ran my hand around under his arm from behind, I ran my hand up and down his stomach a few times, I then plunged in, reached down and grabbed his already hard cock. It wasn't the. Rather than storm into his room and challenge him there and then, we would keep our powder dry. We would bide our time and strike when the moment was right and teach him a lesson once and for all. We left it a few days and confided in Gemma, who for some reason had been unaffected by the spate of purloined panties. Gemma tended to wear tights and leggings and preferred to go commando, so I guess she had fewer to pinch. The three of us convened a little meeting one day and planned how we would. Bobs massive mitts were pawing them, massaging them, pinching her nipples. I could make out my wife's faint moans through the glass as she titled her head back in pleasure. In a horror I realized that Bobs shorts were around his ankles, and his massive cock was exposed and towering upwards, impossibly big. I nearly collapsed when I saw Anna's delicate hand was wrapped around it. She was pumping him, her fingers slowly massaging up and down his impressive shaft. His hefty scrotum jostling up and.