It wasn’t long before the robe had again fallen open again and exposed most Catherine’s breasts. This time, she didn’t close the robe, but left...it open. Michael brought his hands up, cupped each breast, and squeezed. Her nipples hardened as Michael gently pinched them. Catherine turned slightly and Michael cradled her in his left arm and lap. Over the next hour or so, Michael and Catherine kissed and petted. He paid extended and particular attention to her firm breasts. Then, as she was. My cock jerked up in my pants.Mom had made up her face with make up, wearing deep red lipstick, and had brushed her hair so she looked really pretty.“Nothing below the waist, just for you, Rasheed,” she said smiling. “How do I look?”“Wow mom,” was all I could say.“You look fabulous darling,” added dad.Then she gave us both a bit of a serious look and stuck her index finger into her mouth and sexily sucked on it, as if it was a prick. Then, after moistening her finger, she moved her hand down to. Franz had, as yet, found nothing to say; he had come to no determination, and as nothing in the count's manner manifested the wish that he should recognize him, he did not know whether to make any allusion to the past, or wait until he had more proof; besides, although sure it was he who had been in the box the previous evening, he could not be equally positive that this was the man he had seen at the Colosseum. He resolved, therefore, to let things take their course without making any direct. I never thought of that. Maybe you could just look at them while you're here. I can make myself scarce and let you have some privacy. How would that be?"How much privacy? I wondered. But I said, "That would be great, Mrs. Crotchy." Alright, then I'll just leave you be...with all these lovelies." Saying that with a smile on her face, she turned and adjusted the cutains to give me more light, then sort of sashayed out of the room.So there I sat, with a boxful of beauties to ogle to my heart's.