Emily and Charles were a couple in their forties. She was plump and buxom with short dark curly hair, while he was tall, slim and bald. One thing led ...o another and after a few drinks she and Andrew found themselves in the Landers suite. Another drink and the next thing she knew she was giggling and helping Emily bind her naked husband's wrists and ankles to the corners of the large bed, while Charles undressed. Emily was delighted at the size of his cock, and Marsha couldn't help boasting. I decided to do something about it and tried to set him up with amates mum a total disaster, and probaly put him off women for life. The 2 of us girls carried on at school, I left and went to college, dad carried on as usual I spied on him a few times wanking his cock and then going to my room and rubbing my pussy.I couldnt stand it anymore seing his cock I wanted to please him for everything he had done for the 2 of us, We decided as a thank you we would do him a meal and a dance routine that. When I don my feminine attire I have a fondness for synthetics, those modern wonders of the laboratories of some multinational chemical giant. Who else but those hi-tech wizards could turn a barrel of crude oil into nylons and rayons, silky smooth and feminine, modern and odorless? Be it the slight pressure of support hose on my legs or the caress of a long slip on my thighs, I am in love with those smooth molded and seamless undergarments.But sometimes there arises a problem. Those silky. Once or twice a pistol went off. The Jewish quarter was alive with fear, the Star of David daubed on doors, the painted swastikas, street by street, every night for days. Now it was their turn, the rap on the door speaking volumes of doom.“We have been expecting you,” Schmidt said resignedly to the solitary tall, thin blond man in the black leather coat of an officer of the Waffen SS. He nodded back before speaking.“Trick or treat?” the officer cackled.“What?”“It’s a pagan-Christian thing,.