.." she put her fingers to her lips. "Mom and Dad don't know about these, yet." She pulled out something that looked like a tight, long-legged swimsu...t, but white. "Body shaper. Best I could buy. Put it on."It took both of us, as I had never done it, and she was trying not to put her hand in my crotch. When she adjusted the straps, I felt my chest being lifted, and my breasts suddenly being softly held in place. It felt really nice. She smiled, and looked me over. She made me put one of. You spend most of your time outside, tending her numerous trees and bushes of flowers, mowing the lawn and fulfilling other gardening duties. She spends most of her days outside too, sunbathing, swimming in the pool or criticizing your every move, for she is the kind of person who likes everything done exactly her ways.Some say her wealth comes from numerous marriages and divorces with rich men: actors, judges, and so on... Others talk about a large scale fraud she has been a part of. There are. But it definitely worked, the girls were all laughing. I just did the white people dance. Like when you take steps to the right and left and snap your fingers. But when gangnam style came the brunette taught me how to dance! She would like grind on me and stroke my cock between her ass cheeks. Pretty good stuff lol. The drummer was the middle of a sandwich with the two girls. They were dancing really sexy. I couldn't believe it. This went on for about an hour. The girls had a few more beers. Happily. I shouldn’t do this. I should stop this before it went even farther.But I didn’t stop her as she pushed me back to the couch. I fell down onto it, my tits and girl-dick bouncing. She let out such a purring moan as her hands went to her red blouse, undoing the delicate buttons.“I don’t know what you’ve done to me,” she moaned. “But I need that cock in me, Becky. I need to be filled by it.”“We shouldn’t do this,” I moaned. “You’re married.”She shivered, her fingers working faster. “I.