You come out of the bathroom and step over to the mirrored closet doors in front of the bed. You look at yourself. I say what a pretty vision you are,...the woman of my dreams. I can’t believe the amazing woman in the mirror is really you. But it is.You sit on the edge of the bed next to me and look at yourself in the mirror. You touch yourself. I’m thinking go ahead. Run your fingers over the gorgeous satin of the robe and panties. The choker sets your face off perfectly, the lace looks so. Несколько секунд, Марина пристально вглядывалась в мои глаза, как будто пытаясь прочесть в них, что у меня в голове. Дочка переводила взгляд, то на меня, то на Марину. – «Оксана, отправляйся к себе в комнату, уже поздно, а нам с Алексом, нужно кое что обсудить». Оксана без разговоров встала и удалилась, пожелав нам спокойной ночи.Дождавшись, пока дочь удалится, Марина начала разговор: - «Как долго ты наблюдал на сцену, на заднем дворе? Что ты успел увидеть?». – «Я пришел в тот момент, когда ты. She then out of nowhere pushed me down on the girl's bed I was sitting on and to this day, I still don't know who's bed that was. She pulled her shirt off and started making out. She said to everyone, "Whoever wants to watch can stay, but I'm going to fuck him no matter what." She never really asked my permission but I let it slide. We then stood up and got undressed. I saw a smirk on Samantha's face as she wanted to watch, as did most of the girls. Only six of them left. I was pulling my. Age typically does that, I'm told.Being the true bisexual woman that I am, I kissed Marty using just as much tongue as I had used on the forty year younger Jo Anne. It didn't have quite the same effect, but it was close. I expect Jo Anne was getting laid more often than Marty, so maybe their arousal threshold was close after all. Regardless of the reason, Marty turned right on. I could feel his erection press hard against my soft belly.My breasts were still sensitive from the arousal I had felt.