She is wearing a tight shirt that hugs against her silk soft skin, a tight pair of jeans, and flip-flops to show her sweet feet. ‘Hey, baby.’ ‘H...y.’ ‘I have a surprise for you that I think you will enjoy.’ ‘Really, what is it?’ ‘We have the whole house to ourselves all weekend.’ As I pull out of the lot and head toward the house Michelle starts to act really horny. ‘So, Scott, what are we going to do this weekend?’ ‘Whatever you want to do, sweetheart.’ ‘Whatever I want to do?’ ‘Yes.’ She. Not me. Just my body. I want him to treat it, adore it, embrace it. I want him to fuck me. Hard, long, deep. I want him in me, on me, above, below, around me. I want him to make me come so much I can't take any more. I want a total release. I want the impossible." It's always the same. Used to be that I could supply large sums of money, and people would be happy. Or bigger breasts for the wife. A new car. You should have been around when that bastard Son of God walked the Earth. Happy for good. "Upstairs we go," said Betty Two.I followed the three Bettys up the stairs. I couldn't tell if they were even wearing panties. To be naughty, I slipped my hand up Betty Three's leg as I followed her. She jumped like a scared animal. Marci was more skittish than I remembered.Betty One led us into my daughter's bedroom. "Put this on tight. No peeking," said Betty One.I did as asked."Can you see anything?" asked Betty Two."Not a thing. Now what?"Fingers pulling my shorts down were a good. Please do it to me again. Try to get me right on the nipple."I looked at her like she was some kind of crazy person but I have to admit it felt good to hit her on her big jugs because I was kind of envious of them.It must have looked funny if someone was watching to see us sitting on top of the bed. Maisie was leaning forward so her boobs would swing down a little bit and I was on my haunches using my hands and slapping the shit out of her breasts. I loved the meaty sound of it when I got her.