After some little time, most agreeably spent before the glass, in scarce self-admiration, since my new dress had by much the greatest share in it, I w...s sent for down to the parlour, where the old lady saluted me, and wished me joy of my new cloaths, which, she was not asham'd to say, fitted me as if I had worn nothing but the finest all my life time; but what was it she could not see me silly enough to swallow? at the same time she presented me to another cousin of her own creation, an elderly. I moaned as I went down on him. I felt hands probe my body and find my slick re-lubed fuckhole. One guy began stroking my hard cock too. I quickly lost track of who was who and simply gave in to my own cock-crazed lust. Hands were on my beautiful silicon falsies and grasping my chest too. I eased myself down into position, squatting on my heels, with my ass lifted up and available for action. I was fingered and stroked at the same time. I switched between cocks and sucked one after. She would ask me to do small favors for her that I knew she had the time and ability to do, and stand by attentively as I completed the task. Each time rewarding me with a hug or nuzzle and kiss, then off she would go.Friday nights were "Date Nights" for Julie and me. This became a weekly ritual that the k**s expected and respected. Our dates were at home and involved a romantic dinner alone by candlelight. The k**s would eat first then go downstairs to the family room to watch TV, or to their. He still had my hand."I see you are married, Margot. Why don't you introduce me to your husband? I would like to tell him what a lucky man he is."Oh, my. Oh, that requires a response, doesn't it? "He's out of town on business. He left this afternoon." Did I have to supply so much detail?"If I were married to such a beautiful woman, I don't know if I would want her out dancing with strange men looking the way you do."Oh, my. It wasn't just the way he said it. It was the intensity of his look..