Some of the girls put on caps.The boys primped up their hair with ribbons and clips.The girls removed their makeup and passed the boys their handbags....he boys drenched themselves in perfume, several forced tampons up theirasses, and they quickly and expertly smothered their faces with whorishmake-up.And then, when all the boys were pretty, things suddenly began movingagain.Garry leapt onto a table, giggling as did an expert pole-dance. Heblushed with pleasure at the whistles and catcalls that. He pushed himself against my finger more. I wasn’t thinking. I was acting on instinct.I turned my hand and started feeling for his pants. I found his pant zip and pulled it down. His stroking started getting faster. I felt something warm meet my hands. He used his left hand and pulled out his dick. I grasped his 6-inch thick dick and started stroking it. We stayed in this position for a bit and started moaning lightly.He then moved my hand away and moved his body closer to my face level. I. We both then took a drink of the wine, and when we finished having a swallow of the wine, “I hope I said it right, about you being my husband son.” “I don’t know if it should be husband son, or son husband, but husband son sounds good enough for me, and it is easier to say husband son than to say son husband.” “Son husband. Husband son. I agree, husband son is easier to say.” “May I ask you something sexy?” “Why yes you can. Ask me anything that you want to ask.” “You said that I am ‘the best. I'll find something."Fully dressed, Ben headed out to the kitchen and Ellen, still covered in sex, followed him. After grabbing a bagel and pouring a glass of orange juice, Ben handed his wife the bottle of juice and she filled a glass half full. Then, she topped it off with vodka.While Ben munched on his breakfast, Ellen slowly drank hers. "You know," she said, "I was wanting some new shoes today. Would you mind if I went down to the mall and did some shopping?"Ben brushed his hands off in the.