I undid the tutu and feeling slightly naked in the camisole part of mycostume I walked over to my handcuffed son and wrapped the tutu aroundhis waist ...nd kissed him.I think Jeremy was regretting his first visit here. He was blushingfuriously as he stood there in handcuffs and a tutu."Who thinks those trousers don't go with the tutu? Should they comeoff?" Off...Off...Off" chanted the audience."Mylene, do the honours."I had not undressed my son since he was a baby. I wondered why he didn'trun?. "Things are a bit different here, Billy boy!"Just as he got the last word in, Leandro's two friends Ami and Laura made an entrance. Ami was curvy girl Leandro's age who looked like she was a plus-sized female version of me - mousy greyish/blond/brown hair down to her shoulders, and a shy demeanour when she introduced herself to me in very good English. Ami then introduced Laura as her girlfriend. Laura was a bit shorter, but caught my eye immediately with her fine curves and almost hypnotic. He did not know what his mother did during the day to stain her panties as she did but every pair was usually loaded with a delightfully musky crustiness that he cherished. He stuck out his tongue and took a long swipe of his mother's goodness squeezing his throbbing cock as he did and felt another blob of pre-cum burble through the wispy material of the panties he wore. He spent several minutes going back and forth between his mother's and sister's panties savoring their different yet similar. I’m not friends with his wife, and my husband Adrian only knows her passingly, but he’s been good friends with the father for at least 50yrs. This father was the third man to fuck me, after being had by Adrian’s Best friend, who is like a brother to him. He’d shared me with his Best friend one evening, when I was just 17, and slightly drunk. I wasn’t forced to fuck his friend Tom, not even coerced, I already liked Tom, and as I had only been fucked by Adrian, actually broken in by him, and I.