" If I assure you it is true ... will you tell me a story?"There was a long pause as the girl reflected."A story as fictional in nature as yours?" she...asked softly. Her voice was still guarded, but not heavily."Precisely," replied the mistress.I knew Cynthia was wondering if she could trust this strange woman. I suspect she evaluated all that had passed since she walked through the door to that chamber. That process would convince anyone that Penelope was not the average mistress of the average. Tom, sitting near Mike and Willie on both sides of him, closed his eyes until Willie jabbed him in the ribs and warned him to keep his eyes open and on his wife and son.Debbie was instructed to stop and push her son down on the couch. Again following specific instructions she straddled Bobby on her knees and placing his cock against her sore cunt lips. Lowering herself, she took his entire length inside. Without waiting she started began a slow pumping action. Bobby's face was still frozen in. Sybil was making that sound that caused my balls to lurch. I looked in, and there was my son, steadily humping the girl I suddenly realized I thought of as "my other lover." Are you sure?" panted my son, whose strokes suggested he was a lot longer than normal, at least a lot longer than me."Shut up and kiss me," panted Sybil.Amber's lips brushed my ear and she whispered."She let him in her bareback too, Daddy. You ruined her." Oh Sybil!" groaned Alex, and he powered in and stopped. I could see. I insisted on the six pockets that the Navy's standard "poopy-suit" coveralls had, and Frenchy wanted ankle, forearm, and shoulder pockets like his flightsuit had. Last, I added four huge cargo pockets on the front and sides of the thighs. Maybe too many, but, if you've ever had to work away from your desk you recognize "too many pockets" as an oxymoron, a phrase with no useful meaning.Getting back to the gloves, we ended up with a set that stayed in the side cargo pockets. If you need those.