”And cum he did, ropes of ejaculate splattering on his wife and their new fuck-toy’s face. Some filled their mouths and some dripped off their fac...s and splattered on their huge tits. Yet, as every woman ever born instinctively knows, Debbie and Fanny had to kiss, realising that the point of an MFF is, under the gaze of the male who created it, tongues swirling and swapping his delicious cum.“Is there anything else you would like, baby?” Fanny asked.“A Jamison’s, before dad picks me up,” Debbie. . well, you know. The kind I wore when you wereLarry, you remember? It drove you crazy back then, you couldn'ttake your hands off me! Why are you shaking your head -- you don't want to take off yourblouse in front of boys? It isn't right? Well, look who you are,Miss Prim! No, I suppose it does seem immodest to be that frankabout wanting a boy to caress you in sensitive places. But can'tyou at least find a boyfriend or two who knows how to slip hishands into your blouse and onto your. . There, that’s my good girl. Mmmm...so lovely. I love what that pose does for your breasts. Thank you, my dear, please sit down again. Now I’m assuming you wore the red lace lingerie, as I requested? Including the garter belt? Excellent. Take off your panties, I want to see them. Yes, right now. No, Violet, you may not go to the ladies’ room—just slide them off from under your skirt and hand them to me. Now. Thank you. They really are pretty, aren’t they? I think I’ll. ’ Rafe helped Maggie to her feet and helped her find her shoes and they walked the last little bit to Maggie’s home. Maggie had a hard time staying on her feet. She tripped several times, each time caught by Rafe’s strong arms. Once inside, Maggie excused herself to repair her appearance. She returned in moments, wearing one of her better dresses. This one was still pretty and not very worn, but showed more than a little décolletage. Cook had, indeed, left dinner, a stew rich with meat and.