My nose pushed her panties into her pussy as I inhaled. I savored the warmth bleeding through while my hands squeezed her ass through the cotton under...ear.“God, you smell good, Mom,” I moaned.“She loves panties,” my little sister giggles. “She sniffs ours while doing the laundry. And licks them.”“Only yours,” I groaned. “I...I hadn't started on Mom's... Yet.”“You naughty futa,” Mom moaned between licks, her hips wiggling. “I should spank you again.”“Yes,” chortled Keily. “Mmm, Mom, keep. All over you, like the hands and kisses of a hungry lover who won't be denied. You sense his gaze flickering from your mouth to your face and to your hair. It lingers like fingers over your breasts before moving down to your hips, legs and ankles. Most men are annoying and clumsy like that, but not him.Instinct tells you he likes what he sees. It's not wishful thinking - you just know he does. And so he bloody well should, you think indignantly. You didn't get to look this good by accident.. " i know she said shes never gonna stop fucking us now." Then i heard the one person go into the bathroom and the other return to the living room. My heart was broken but I couldnt breathe I was so excited. When the guy in the bathroom flushed i heard him talking to someone on his phone."You guys gotta come over here. Im serious she is fucking HOTT! Come on dad and its cool if they come with you. She wont say no. Alright, see ya in a few."A short while later I heard a knock at the door.. While looking at her lingerie bin still sitting on the bed, she remembered her husband had bought her a few pairs of “fuck me” shoes earlier that year. “I couldn’t wear any of those,” she thought to herself. After another trip through the closet and still not finding any of her “regular shoes” to be acceptable, she decided to pull the shoe boxes out of the lingerie bin and give them a shot. The first shoe box she opened contained bright red glitter six-inch platforms – favorites of her husband..