Her senses translated an overwhelming onslaught of sensations. She was near sensory overload. If her senses could speak, they would say: “All these ...ands touching me! Oh, there and there! Mmm! An erection is throbbing against my left hip. Look. My wrist got grabbed, Ooo! Someone put my hand on his bare cock! Oh! Uhh, my tits! I like that twisty motion! Ooo, yes! This one grabbed my chin, he wants a kiss, yes, mmm, tongue, twirl, twirl! My shorts are coming down! Oh, my thong is coming down!. "She's singing the girls to sleep."Duncan answered the smile with one of his own. He could hear Deirdre softly crooning a familiar song that called to his own heart."Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand, and the more I think on you the more I think long..." the words faded away as the woman's voice grew quieter."She's such a wonderful singer," William remarked. He looked at Duncan. "But somehow I seriously doubt I need to tell you that." No. She was, is, considered a successor of the. Nodding into the mattress I said "Yes My Mistress, I was hoping that you would return some day for me."Kelly had spit on my starfish which instantly puckered and then opened.Smirking, she said "I see that she remembers too" as she stood up on the mattress, lined up her cock head and in one fell swoop buried all 10" inside of me.Moaning like the little bitch I am I said "Thank you Mistress, no one has ever been able to make me feel as good as you."Wasting no time, she started pumping in and out. She'll probably need some help with kids."She shook her head. "She's going to take her sister and a guy." I hadn't realized that the other waitress, Gina, was Chrissy's sister. They don't look alike at all. "I wish you were going. I'd kind of hoped to go with you and Tammy, she'd told me she was okay with it because she didn't like to watch kids. Susan asked your dad for me, and he doesn't want me either, he knows about the burns. Wish me luck." Marcy gave my hand a squeeze, then let go, pushed.