“Just never volunteer to go clothes shopping with her,” I advised, trying hard not to burst out laughing, not that it stopped Gramps.“I’m sure...I’ll manage fine when she arrives,” Tillan replied. “Though I am looking forward to meeting your brother. I’m told he’s an amazing artist.”“He surely is,” Gramps nodded. “An original work of his costs a lot of Royals now.”“The Royal family have loads of them; the vast majority no one but them and my bro have seen,” I added.“Not even you?” Tillan. That's when I saw it.She had a whole section devoted to slutty stripper clothes. I checked my watch. It was 8:15. I had about 45 minutes to try on some of Nikki's clothes before she got home.I stripped off my collared shirt and yanked a neon pink bra off of a hanger. I pulled the elastic across my chest. My masculine hands struggled to hook the two clasps behind my back, but I finally got them. I slid the straps up my arms. The cups envelop my breasts, like two soft hands.I took off my shoes,. Her thumbs have unhooded her large, thick clit, its glistening pearl head resting like a jewel above the coral pink.My hand is on my cunt now and I can feel my moisture flowing. I slide a finger down, spreading my lips, and hook it in, thinking it is her hand stroking in and out. I draw it back and bath my clit with my wetness and feel her tongue instead, swirling over its tender face. I feel her hands in my hair, drawing me down."Taste me, Kis, lick me. Suck my clit, baby, fuck me with your. ’ Now Alex used two hands, and though in trance, he still understood that her orbs were tender with hormone induced growth. He cuddled them only with the gentlest strokes. With tiny tugs he pleasured her nipples, all the while mind-lost in his wife’s spiraling eyes. A few more minutes passed, then Jan spoke again. ‘Move your hand lower, lover. Masturbate me. Make me come.’ Alex’s right hand followed the curve of Jan’s swollen belly to her furry nether lips. He harvested a bit of the.