I even imagined she was wearing the bustier I had purchased for her a week ago. Would she do that? What if her mother noticed. Erica was stunning in a...black cocktail dress. It was lovely on her, emphasizing her trim figure. Emily was her mother's daughter. They were so similar in many ways. Since Emily had been sun tanning in the nude for weeks now I was aware that she shaved her vulva. As did her mother. And both had conical breasts, with rosy nipples. Now, both wore scarlet lipstick and nail. “That was delicious Ayame! What was in that?”“Well Naruto, the usual ingredients plus one extra secret ingredient I thought you would like.”“Tell me tell me! What was it?”“Well I masturbated into your broth Naruto.”He stared at her, dumbstruck. Did she just say what he thought she said? “So do you like me or something?”“No Naruto. I masturbate into all the food I serve in my house. Of course I like you! I want to get married to you! You treat all your wives so well and here I am nearing 30 and. Continuing around the track to the side facing the small river the city sported he found himself a bench and sat down to think and watch the kids kicking the ball around.For a few moments he amused himself deciding which drills he would put these eleven and twelve year olds through from the dozens he had used himself as a coach.Solving the old problems, so important fifteen years ago, he found his mind clearing. Soon he turned to thoughts to the disasters that had visited his life in the last. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn't believe it. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I'm sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes.