..I guess." I smiled. "I certtainly think their panties feel nicer than Jocky shorts." "You're wearing panties to?" "You told me to dress ...p like a girl." "Yeah, but, I didn't think you would go the whole hog..." "Well, I did." "You like the feel of Karen's clothes?" "Yeah, I do...I can't help it, I just do." "Well, I can't call you Dougie. How about if I call you Karen?" "Karen is a pretty name." "Well...you are pretty, right now." "You think so. "Oh, am I glad I met you two wonderful, beautiful women." "I think you should get to know Jill better, hon, why don't you let Steve lick you? We're here to have fun, right?" My daughter got up and squatted down over Steve's face and began circling him with her wet pussy rubbing all around on his mouth. We were getting some nice moans now as he tried thrusting up into me as I raised up off him and held myself up from his hips. This was looking like a porn flick but it sure was fun. And it was. Water rolled off your hair and on the shoulders and lower, forming a hollow between the breasts with a waterfall, through which the water rushes on to pupochke. It Shchekotov, flow into it and flows further. Next to where the slender legs begin. Water flows into there.She teases her ease. You're just you plant stem, allowing the water to flow freely to penetrate into you. You feel the heat rising in her bosom, which can not be put out water that washing your lovely legs leaked to nowhere. Water. Her lips had this peculiar way of twitching involuntarily that would generate heat in any sexy male. Her blouses were low-cut and she wore the saree very low, and her dresses usually have a lengthy slit. All in all she is the typical female working partner that any male would dream of. She started to compete with me to finish every job well ahead right from the beginning. I didn’t bother – I finished them all well in time too. Instead I began to finish early and admire her dangerously.