What do you want to show me most?”Standing very upright and gripping the covering over her breasts, Erika wriggled her hips. The hip towel slid to t...e ground, and Ben could look, just a handspan, away at Erika’s so enticingly wrapped pussy. The black, soft net-like sheerness of the thong cupped her mound into a shape where its fleshy lips were just slightly pressed open to show a glister of tempting pink.Ben opened his arms, and Erika, without a moment’s hesitation, stepped into them. His hands. “Not then. After marriage, before you were born” she said.“My God, you are a temptress. How did you fool Dad?” I asked wondering.“I was scared. I didn’t know whether to tell him that I tore my Hymen while playing Tennis or whether I should spill little blood in my cunt and bed sheet when he was not watching…I need not have worried. He came dead drunk that day and fucked me. It was very easy to spill little blood I took in a bottle and tell him next day how he didn’t care for my cries of pain. And you told me that because of that, you’ve got some debt hanging over you. I put Kate on the spot today, and asked her what she knew about that debt, and she said that there is some money owing on your credit card that you just can’t seem to get ahead of. She can see that this is worrying you, and so can I. And especially since you’ve been kind enough to invite me in to share your Christmas, I really want you to have a Christmas where you don’t have to worry.“So,” and I paused to reach into. A young married wife in her early twenties, dressed as a slut nurse and living up to the billing! I was sat talking to Bill and Ron on the settee. My nylons laddered already, and with spunk stains on them as they clung to my legs. My wedge shoes had signs of cum on them, as did my hair. I knew we looked like a pair of cheap slags. Both married, both with cunts on fire and wide open from the banging they had taken from the veggies a few minutes earlier, and both loving every minute of it.We.