" Jim finally got their attention.Cindy exploded with joy. "Oh my God! Is this for me, Master? Is it real? It's beautiful! It's mine?"To tease her a b...t, Jim answered her rhetorical questions in the order she ask them. "Yes! Yes! Yes, it is. And Yes!"Cindy looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Huh?"Jim repeated his answers with just a bit more information. "Yes, Cindy my pet, it's yours. Yes, it's real. Yes, it is beautiful, just like you. Yes, it really is yours."Trina, with tears. Curiosity drove me to unseal it and I caught a strong scent of something I had never smelled – it wasn’t unpleasant just different. The bra had been folded inside cup to inside cup and felt damp. I immediately wondered if she was a milker. I pulled the cups open seeing stickiness between them. I cupped one of the outside tips in the palm of my hand and it totally covered it. I sniffed the inside cup wondering if the strange scent was milk, touched it with my tongue tasting a mix of sweet and. They wanted to get me dressed in a party dress and the four of us have aparty in our finished basement with JUST the three of us. This was sounusual and out of left field that I agreed. Ashley's mother owned andoperated a dress shop that specialized in the fancier dresses, flowergirl, brides maids, cocktail dresses, you know, stuff like that and shecould, and did, get dresses for the four of us. I think they were allbrides maid's dresses, I never, even to this day knew the differencebetween a. His left hand idly stroked his throbbing dick as he gently began to pinch and circle his daughters nipple. When he saw that his playing had brought her nipple to make a visibly small tent under her shirt, he moaned lightly and went back to circling the hard bud with more vigor. In her sleep, Lauryn had begun to move, her body telling her that something was making her little pussy feel wet and horny: that the rest of her body needed to respond. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she rustled.