I feel very comfortable dressed this way. The dress and slip are verylight, and aside from a bit of tightness at the raised waist, theyhardly registe... at all, except when the wind blows or when I walkquickly. I scarcely think about my underwear at all, and my make-up andjewelry are easy to maintain. Still, my hair is always a source offuss, just like any woman's hair. I frequently need to adjust it duringthe course of the day. Sometimes, when really busy, I just put it up soI don't need to. His face was also coated in her saliva as it dripped from her chin. You could see he was in shear bliss, “Fatty” pulled his cock out of her mouth and “Stan” gave it a little lick himself, I am sure “Fatty” had no idea.In the chaise near the end of the bed was “Tony”, if I had any fear of anybody involved in this event, “Tony” was the man. His eyes, cold as ice, no emotion could be read on this guy. He just looked on as the fuck of my once beautiful wife continued. I knew what he was thinking, I. In addition,most of the buttons of the blouse were ripped off and her brightly coloredbra peeked out into the open from the blouse, that was now being pushed backon her shoulders. By the time she reached the hallway, she was tired and stoppedto rest. In the full length mirror in the hallway, she could see that she lookedthe part of a kidnaped damsel in distress. Now, she regretted not figuringa way to take pictures. Suddenly, her painful wrists reminded her that shewas supposed to be hurrying. You know, the same old shit," Jenna replied.One of those things was a little off."What the hell?" I asked."Go see for yourself," Jenna replied.I had no choice, but to go and see. Sure enough, I saw my aunt sticking her tongue inside my mom's pussy. They were both completely naked, and enjoying themselves quite a bit. I just stood there, with my mouth open. I began to drool a bit. Somehow, my hand found it's way to my pussy. I actually started masturbating a bit. They didn't seem to notice me.