My wife is a proud woman. She is rather pretty, and she never leaves the house if she's not looking great. Not only the hair and make up, but also her...clothes. I love it too, just like every normal guy, when people look at her when we're walking by. It's like I have something you want, but can't have. Every man wants a woman like that! Who would stick with the ugly troll if he can show off with the princess? But back to the story... My wife has a wardrobe that would make the average shop. .. I just need a release.”I licked my lips. “So, maybe we should just start with a vulva massage,” I said. “Using only our mouths.”“Oh, yes,” Stefani's mother moaned.Stefani shook her head. She glanced at me and mouthed, “Dyke!”I nodded my head. Her mother wanted us to eat her out. This was hot. I shuddered, eager to share this pussy with the woman I loved. To devour her mother with her. I licked my lips. I headed to the massage table, the dildo shifting inside my cunt. I reached Mrs. Armstrong. They swapped and my sister held me tightly kissing me and murmuring, "Thank you, bro'. You did well."Chad whispered back, "Good luck, Sis. We love you."[Chad] Holding hands with our partners, we went down the stairs.Dad's rule for the party was that men don't wear ties. He figured that coats would take care of themselves. There were no rules for women. All dressed up and some really put on a show. Mom and Dad knew many people and many of the wives were beautiful ladies. When you add a healthy. It'll be nice to sleep in a proper bed." After six days, I couldn't agree more," Sister Stella smiled. "Though we made the best of it."I gave a wicked giggle. "I heard." We're nothing compared to the noise that comes out of your tent," Chase laughed, putting her arm around my shoulders.Smoke rose ahead as we neared Redding. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee, and straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp, walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the.