I was very excited when I saw her walk into the bedroom with a large glass of wine knowing that alcohol would boost my odds. I actually was kind of in...amazement that she was still walking around the house naked, something she normally does, knowing that a plumber was coming. I sent her a text about getting the bag that we kept our toys hidden away in the closet out so when we got home tonight, I didn’t need to search around getting it. I watched on line as she went into the closet and then came. “FUCK” is all you could say. Both girls walk over to you. Their hands touching and grabbing every part of you. Both girls french kiss inviting your tongue to join. You are harder than a rock as you feel them start to undress you. Sara quickly undoing your pants while Crystal unbuttons your shirt. you dick is standing up hard and you moan. The girls walk you over to a couch and tell you to lay down. Sara quickly straddles your face. The smell of her pussy is sweet. You waste no time and slide. After tea and cakes had been prepared and laid out on the immaculatelydressed table, the three sat down to discuss Mike's designs. Cynthia wasimpressed for the most part, but had a few comments on things that shewanted to be replicated as close as possible to the home of her childhood.She did however decide to make a few modifications, making the new nurseryto her taste rather than the old fashioned place that she had grown up in."So how is Heath, my dear?" Aunt Daphne asked innocently. Cynthia. Her damp hair, smelling like orange blossoms is now draped around my face. I cup the round globes of her ass and squeeze as she shudders with pleasure. The soft paleness of her neck, sinews and hollows are too sublime to resist. The tiny droplets of perspiration on her upper lip are like pearls of burning hot gold. Her tongue in my mouth, swollen, red, wet, probing, makes me harder. The rhythmic rocking of her soft mound against my now crystal hardness is taunting and painful. I wonder of her.