Through my sexual haze, I realized that Chrissie was as hot as I was, and her breathing was becoming more labored with each stroke of her hand. Sudden...y her panties had dropped to the floor and Chrissie was pushing me down onto my knees. My hands on Chrissie’s hips, I lined up the exposed part of the dildo with her pussy and then pressed my head forward so that the dildo slid directly into Chrissie’s wet sex. Chrissie let out a cry and put her hands on my shoulders. I pressed my head forward,. I saw Ana’s mouth open in a vain attempt at protest, as the man began to gyrate his hips, grinding him between her legs. I saw her little hands fall to her sides; I knew this was a sign of her surrender, allowing him control over her.I saw that my sensual wife was now grinding her hips against his thigh, which was still between her legs. Their faces were close together and I could see he was holding her in an intense stare. He stared to kiss her deeply and she immediately returned his kiss.The. "I like your jersey too. Lovely colour."Reg could not help but relax at the warmth of his welcome. "Blame Eleanor," he smiled."Nonsense! Yours was the final choice."They smiled at each other and Bridget got a lump in her throat. She could see, almost feel, their love for each other.David was not far behind her. He shook Reg's hand warmly clasping his shoulder. "Congratulations, Reg!" he said. "You've made us all and one young lady in particular very happy." I'm pretty happy myself, sir." I bet. It had been weeks, months, since Mom first set my hair and I was surprised at how long it had grown. Sure the top was fairly easy, but how was a guy, a girl, to see in back of her head? With aching arms I put the last roller in place. Looking into a hand mirror I could see that it was a wreck: loose hair, dangling rollers, and twisted rows. Just walking to Mom's side, caused two rollers to fall out. Mom laughed and called me "droopy curls". "Come here, Droopy Curls," she said and started to.