Didi came out from the wash room and go staright to bed wearing oly shorts and t-shirt. Rosalin Didi asked her the reason for change in sleeping dress...(earlier they used to sleep in bra and panty only) code so she simple didn’t anser and said feeling sleepy. Didi not able to sleep properly and thinking about the Rosalin Didi activity in mid night Didi feel something rubs over her pussy and some noise coming from room without weaking up.Didi slightly open her eyes and she saw that Rosalin Didi. " They look very much alike, don't they?" Yes, Mistress. At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be able to stay calm in his presence knowing. He looked at me and then down at his hard, dripping cock and said, “Oh fuck, man, I thought I was dreaming. Denise hasn’t been too interested in sex the last few months, and when I rolled over against you and felt your soft ass, I must have thought you were Denise. I dreamed that I pulled down your underwear and then took mine off, and I was stroking my dick in your ass crack. Shit, I’m really sorry, but your ass felt so soft to me, just like Denise’s.”The room was partially illuminated from. “This is a cock.” She said to her daughter matter of factly. “It can bring you so much pleasure if you know what to do with it.” She continued as she slowly slid her hand up and down my now rigid member. “Can I touch it?” Becca asked innocently. I nodded my approval and Trish removed her own hand and guided Becca’s hand to my dick. “Grab it firmly, but not too tight, and then start sliding your hand up and down” Trish instructed. Becca’s small hand just barely fit around my throbbing cock. He.