The other woman's tits were small and pointy. The two women were holding each other's tits. They both wore smiles and expressions of extreme pleasure....The sight made Karen's cunt even wetter.She felt hot all over. Her hands moved back and forth across her tits, one hand slipping inside her sweater occasionally to tweak her hardened nipples.She was so lost in the delightful sensations that were spreading throughout her body, that she didn't hear Linda Wells reenter the room. Linda, seeing that. Theylocked on a scene that I could not believe - at least at that time.Both the poor pitiful Percy and my very own, once macho (to me)stepfather Henry / Henrietta were attached to most peculiar device inthe most humiliating position anyone could possibly dream off. Iassumed this way the "trolley" that Mummy had referred to earlier.Each man was dressed in tightly laced red latex corset with suspenders,red fishnet stockings and impossibly high ten inch red patent platformheels - the heels having. She tossed him a smile over her shoulder as she walked away.All he needed now was for his parents to show up. It would help to make the day truly memorable.Ellen looked great. She was still pretty and had a beautiful smile. She was no Jessie. She would never be a Jessie. She couldn't make him laugh. She couldn't make him cry. Ellen just didn't inspire that depth of feeling in him. But she was nice. He hoped she was happy.It was a quiet night at his place. Luke and Jessie had decided to turn in. "Ah didn't want you to suffer sweetheart... An' now how does it feel in this... this luscious pussy of yours?" ..." I couldn't actually speak, but I nodded vehemently. His thick fingers filled me like a handful of cocks, and then played in me, making me twitch and quiver and utter little cries and gasps as I learned to accommodate his huge black hand. Again, just a brief minute or so, and the hand was withdrawn. I was sweating, trembling with E rushes, the lingering muscle sensations from the.