‘Yes, Cien.’ Her voice was a whisper. She stepped part way out from behind the tree and then stopped. She wore a beautiful dress. It was a pale bl...e nearly white, billowing around her softly as if from a breeze. But there was no breeze. ‘Follow the path. When you come to the fork, go left.’ And with that she turned and ran down the path that had mysteriously appeared. It wasn’t there the night before. ‘Wait!’ He called, chasing after her. ‘Regan, wait!’ he darted through the trees and bushes,. All three of them were hard. They pulled me forward by the collar with the leash until I was kneeling over the couch. Next, my wife was also told to kneel over the furniture so that both our asses were turned up and spread side by side. One of the guys brought out another pair of handcuffs, and I knelt while my wife was restrained the same as me. My mind reeled at the scene we had just permitted ourselves to be placed into. Next, two of the guys moved behind us, and I felt my ass being kneaded. .. it’s beautiful.” Chrissie mumbled.Jacqueline was ruefully apologetic. “I’m so sorry Danny. He always wants to stroke ladies’ hair. He’s got a thing about it.” Sarah frowned slightly. Jacqueline spent too much time apologising for her son.It seemed as if Daniela thought the same for she glanced at Jacqueline and said. “Please don’t apologise Jackie. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to stroke people’s hair. I find myself wanting to stroke girls’ beautiful hair all the time but I’m grown up. I decided to seduce her further so that she will silently aroused to the situation in my favor. As I said from head to waist mom was covering with a blanket, now below the waist she was all exposed with her legs stick together. Her hairy pussy was good enough to tempt any man in the world. I slowly lifted her left leg and parted her legs wide to get good axis to my dreamland.Mom was waiting for my acts with already wet pussy. I have placed my hand between her milky thighs, feeling the warmness.