"You've been a very good cuckold lately. You know that? You haven't been bitchy, or nagging me to relieve you; and you know how much I appreciate beha...ior like that, right?" Oh--YESSS", he said instantly, his voice still muffled by the mattress and sheets.Cynthia deliberately teased her husband by letting him get as close as possible to orgasm as she could, but at the last moment refusing him the final step!But, eventually, and likely because she needed to get ready to meet Tyrone, he let her. Reluctantly the red headed householder did as she was told. She took off her jacket and hung it neatly over a kitchen chair. On my insistence she tried to move in time to the music as she slipped her smart silk dress off one shoulder then another. She was clumsy. She nearly tripped over her discarded dress as she removed her bra and tried to cover her full, pink-tipped, breasts behind fluttering hands.'Please!' she said in a quavering voice, 'Don't do this! There's some money and jewelry in the. It was low-cut and tapered to the waist. The bottom was separate, a knee length skirt under a pale translucent ankle length piece which sort of resembled a sarong. It wasn’t your typical prom dress, and that was what she wanted. Kate was wearing a more traditional dress, a pastel yellow off the shoulder number, tailored up top to hug her lush figure, cut very low in the back, the hem coming to her mid-calf. Her hair was French braided and up, two yellow bakelite barrettes holding them in place.. He turned to Hillary and the poor little Princess looked like a deer in the headlights. He took hold of her and stood her up and kissed her as I slipped a hand to her ass caressing it and kissing his upper arm. Turning Hillary around he bent her over another recliner and lined his massive cock up with her soaking wet cunt. He forced his massive cock head into her and she wailed in pleasure, her eyes flying wide as he buried it all the way inside of her. Grabbing hold of her hips he started.