She was staring at me, undressing me with her eyes, as I have done to her in the past. Although I struggled and tried to resist by trying to hold on t... the t-shirt, the effort was wasted, the t-shirt laid next to my feet on the floor. I just knew my wife would stop this charade at any moment because there was no way she would let my secretary pull my boxers down exposing my scrawny, not much to look at eight inch dick, to her. Just as my t-shirt came off so did my boxers, I had no control over. Ms. Dolly was their unofficial grandmother and loved being in their lives. She was their real God Mother, all the people who worked for us were aunts or uncles. What a joy to be part of a large family like this. We had eight children in total, in birth order we had: Rupert, Matthew, Mark, Sally, Luke, Mary, John and little Dolly. Neither Melody nor I were interested in having a child named after us. We are trying to have at least one more, the joy is still there each time we try. Ms. Dolly. The phone rang, it was Clare asking if we wanted a farm-house fry up. Now whilst I am reasonably carefully about my diet, it is in part so I can indulge myself on occasions and I enthusiastically said yes. Clare asked to speak to me.“Look dear, we are starkers as usual but you wear what you want. The whole point of this nudity thing was to be about freedom. Not much point if it’s compulsory is their?”I thought about it looked at my bag things which was downstairs and just pulled in some socks,. His hands moved to the straps of the lingerie and moved them down, revealing her breasts and he lifted himself up to take a nipple into his mouth and she gasped softly. He placed one of his hands on her lower back and pulled her down to him before kissing her again quickly and flipping her onto her back next to him. She laughed and her hovered over her, moving her hair from her face and smiled at her. Their lips met again and he kissed her softly, feeling her relax into him, before his kisses.