Mr. Bell’s face was calm, but his eyes were hungry. After a few moments he pulled his finger out my mouth. Mr. Bell reached for my shirt and with o...e fluid motion pulled it off. I began to undress him when he slapped my hand hard. “Did I give you permission to touch Daddy’s clothes?” His voice was firm. “No I-‘’ He cut me off “Exactly. Now hush.” He pulled my skirt off and pulled my panties to the side. “Isn’t this a lovely sight for me? My sweet little girl’s pussy is all wet for me. Permanently. Deal with it, princesses!“You can accept that ... or brush up on your ... oral skills, if you catch my drift. I wonder how long it would take poor, lonely Aunt Nora, in spite of her own best intentions, to put both of you to work using your tongues to her satisfaction south of the waist? Probably after she caught you stealing her undies as you’ve done with mine or her negligees that she got for her latest girlfriend? Who knows, you might even grow to, dare I say it, acquire the. She caught hold of my hairy thighs from her back and kept pushing her ass backwards to feel the full girth of my cock. This made me more lustful so slowly I moved my tongue from licking her lower back to her armpits and I sniffed and licked her sweat. I kept licking my masi’s sweaty pits for while. And then when I went to kiss her lips, she bit my lips hard. This stuff made me wilder and I kept pushing my cock in and out with robust speed, with this the wooden dining table started vibrating and. Right off the bat he noticed my wedding rings but he didn‘t let that deter him from trying to make time with me. It was down right flattering. We talked as we went around buying what we needed, then he gave me his number and said I should call him and we’d have lunch the following week.” Cathy was listening. It was amazing how much of Linda’s story was what she was experiencing right now. “Anyway,” Linda went on, “I knew I shouldn’t, but I called him and had lunch. We both talked about being.