“Sit on my chest, Lacey,” I told her. She didn’t mess around about it at all. She sat on my chest and scooted forward until her little fur box c...me up against my lips.Merry reached forward around her daughter’s chest and grabbed hold of her tits. She started to tweak them and stroke them and play with the girl’s sweet nipples.Now I thought that was somehow wrong for a mother to play with her daughter’s tits. But for the life of me I couldn’t think of a thing about it I could object to. Then. He said, ‘Ladies, your wish is my… well, you get the picture. I’ll do anything for either of you. Or both at the same time, if I can figure out how.’ They lay quietly for a few minutes. Eamon had an arm around both girls, each of his hands massaging a soft but firm breast. The girls were rubbing against him They had found time for sex, but very little time for romance. Snuggling closely together, the three young people felt the empathic closeness that New Men had inherited from the Institute. Without even speaking to Fiona Simon lifted her vest top up from the bottom all the way off her head so she was stood in her bra, Mark popped her bra open with an expert flick of his fingers and pushed it off her shoulders sending it from her boobs and on to the floor.Simon then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off throwing them to the side and then proceeded to remove her damp knickers from her still very moist used cunt. They too were thrown aside with the rest of her clothes. They then. The hallway U-turned, revealing a flight of stairs that went beneath the garage. He descended the concrete steps, moving quietly. Toward the bottom of the steps, he heard it, the unintelligible mutterings of someone up ahead. The voice was raspy, but feminine. He ducked his head, the space just barely over five feet tall.There was just enough light that he saw the pull-cord dangling from the ceiling. He yanked on it, casting light into the dark spaces beneath. Unlike the room above, this room.