“Now Debbie, I want Pam stripped down to her stocking and shoes. Can you take care of that for us?” Another giggle and then, “Absolutely – it ...ill be my pleasure.” Debbie then steps to one side so everyone else can see what she is doing. Our eyes lock for a moment before My attention is drawn to Debbie’s hands. She is slowly caressing your tits – making the nipples grow even harder – your eyes close and a low moan escapes from between your lips. Debbie then moves behind you – lifting your arms. He got out and came around to open my door. He gave me his hand for support, so I could manage my skirt, and get out of the car somewhat gracefully. At least I didn’t flash the whole lot.We walked in to the big, double doors, which were open wide. Dad went to the desk, and told the hostess we had reservations. I always wrinkle my nose when I hear that word, used in that way. In the white world, it means privilege and special status, but in my grandfather’s world, it means land the U.S.. I picked up my tool kit and found my way through the house to the long hallway running down the center of the house. The house was neat as a pin with everything in place. In fact it looked almost like a model home with magazines aligned neatly on a coffee table and nothing out of place.I saw nothing in the house that would reveal if this was a family home or the home of a single man or woman. The magazines were sort of generic in the sense that they weren’t a fashion magazine nor were they a. “Good girl” he sighed. “I am deep in your belly!”’ As if to emphasize he massaged a section of her stomach and my wife sighed and closed her eyes. “Now I am going to fill your belly with my seed and give you my blessing.” His long slow thrusts into and out of my wife were rhythmic, almost dancing itself as he slowly fucked her. My wife ground her ass back into him placing one hand on her own stomach and pushing while the other reached back to grab his cock by the base. As she pushed her hand.