I don't want to stand on my perch." This isn't about what you want. This is about what you need darling. Nowdo you have anything else you want to say?... May I please wear my sexy fuck me pumps ma'am?" I ask."Yes sweetie, you can wear your sexy little shoes - after you strip downto your girly things," she says gently.After I put on my 5" red stiletto's my wife guides my face to myperch...a specially designed dildo protruding from the corner. After mylips are covering the sensor my wife walks over. In fact, it's so intense, you feel like you shouldn't be watching except for the fact that it's such a beautiful, sexy thing to see. You gape at them and feel your cunt getting wetter by the minute.As you continue to gape, Joanne takes her hand and starts to rub his cock through his jeans! He's humping her hand and she's doing everything she can to get him hard as a rock. He then pulls her to him and they start dry-hump dancing to the music, his leg between hers. Wow. Curt comes up behind you. "I can't ride bikes any more. My balance is all fucked up from a stroke I had a few years ago. My grandkids want to ride their bikes but their parents are divorced and my daughter works a hell of a lot. So I needed a trike. I looked at what was out there and they were all way to expensive. So I designed this one. Then I kind of built it myself."I got a few tools left from when I was younger. I had to covert the front wheel from freewheel to a drive wheel but it wasn't too hard. A little welding. Their hips continued to meet, gently rubbing until Ian’s pants got tighter in the groin.“Fuck me, Ian…Fuck me…” she whispered in that aching tone. His mind was fuzzy now because of the taste of her and the feel of her. Still, he had enough left to remember that fucking his twin sister wasn’t something appropriate. Of course, the fact that she was now nibbling along his neck wasn’t helping the situation any. “Tera, please don’t do this.” he groaned His plea went unheard. Her hands roamed his.