"What're you doing?" she asked."Watching the soaps," said Robin as she lay across her bed in a whitetee shirt and pink shorts. While Jen had grown to ...ove dresses and thefeel of nylon clad legs, Robin had always preferred shorts and pantswhenever possible. She always found nylon stockings and pantyhose toohot and itchy to wear if she didn't have to."Hey girls," called there Uncle Bob. "Anyone want to try out the newwater guns I bought at the store today?"Robin dropped the magazine she was. "Follow me," she said without any preamble as she got out of chair andstrode down the small hallway to the cellar door.I followed her like a faithful puppy."Open the door and go down the stairs. I'll follow and don't turnaround so you can look up my skirt. If you're a good boy you will getto see what's under there in due course," she smiled at me and my cockquivered at thought of whatever delights Mrs Cashmore kept under herskirt.Mrs Cashmore's cellar was the antithesis of my mother's. It. The suddenness caused both women to lean forward, grabbing onto his shoulders to stop from falling over. "Now I want you both to squeeze my finger as hard as you can," he said. "That's it, like a light switch off and on, off and on." The two women tried so hard that they both started to hump his fingers, trying to get it deeper inside them. Donk leaned into his mom and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue driving into her mouth. Her lust matched his, and soon she was sucking his. The sensation was indescribable. I took hold of her hips and began to grind my cock in and out of her behind as she pressed her face further into the mattress. Her lovely figure, the sexiness of the baby dool, the garters that encased her behind, it was all too much. I was close to coming and she unintentionally did her part to hurry that along. She squeezed her sphincter muscles over my boner. It intensified my pleasure tenfold but I lost control and gushed my offering into her. To this day I.