So other than shave my cunt, what would you like me to do for punishment?” this time I think I sounded like one of those one nine hundred commercial... on late night where you are supposed to call a party line to talk to hot girls.“What am I on restriction for?” I answered someone’s chat question. “I already told you, being bad, bad, bad! Really bad!” I tried to sigh like Marylyn Monroe, and I bent at the knees and dipped a little like I was sopping wet and turned on.The question kept coming up. I let out a groan as she slowly moves her hand up and down just a littlebit, slowly teasing me. "You look...so good in that shirt. Yourwonderful breasts..." I admit as my heart beats faster.Her left hand takes my hand and puts it on her chest. I am speechlessas my hand wanders, feels, and squeezes my sister-in-law's breasts. Iangle my body slightly towards hers as my other hand wants to cop a feeltoo.She closes her eyes and lets out a small moan as my thumbs rubs againsther nipples through. She had stopped staring at my cock but was now staring intently at Claire. She slowly pulled her clothes off. She had a terrific body, big perky breasts and a flat stomach. She slipped her panties off and revealed a small patch of blonde hair above her pussy that matched the hair on her head.She climbed into the bed and climbed over me, Claire still holding my cock rubbed it up and down Angela's wet pussy. Finally lining it right and Claire slowly lowered herself into me. All three of us. Aunt added her champagne enema in the jar.It was put in the chiller.Uncle and grandpa were rock hard. Libby giggled as she stroked grandpa's monster with her tiny hands, which were far apart around his girth, 'Mom can we measure daddy and grandpa. Their cock is thicker than the champagne bottle."Aunt Shari brought a soft tape and gave it to her daughter, both men were around eighteen inches in length. If there was a difference it was too subtle. Grandpa had huge thick veins on his shaft but.