Why don’t women dress excitingly anymore? Angry, I inserted a subconscious desire in her mind to dress more sensually in the future, from her pantie... to her dresses. I then instructed her to lose the boring white pieces. She now stood before me naked, her breasts sagging a bit and her hairy cunt starting to moisten from the sight of the goings-on in the dining room. Not wanting her for myself, I turned her attention to the two men and woman on the floor. She went to them to join in their game,. I got no response, but his silence said it all. I positioned my body over him, my penis already hard again at the thought of putting it inside Bambi. I knew it would be easier with a little lube, so I spit three times into his puppet ass, because he could not get wet on his own. I brought my pelvis closer and closer to his body until my penis was at his entrance. I slowly slid in to increase suspense. I gasped loudly at how great it felt when I entered him. I started thrusting to the beat of. Maillol.I saw the response from Samuel’s face as well as Mom’s, not to mention how hard the former became and how wet the latter was now. Filming it made it so much better, particularly given that we could re-watch it as much as we liked now. Of course, we also had dirt on the Maillols by now, not that we needed it.When Daddy got around to actually ramming Sandrine with his hard, thick cock, I could see for myself that Sandrine was hooked on his prick. I knew right then that it was only a. I asked Janet to help me to see if we could time when they were reloading. That was always good for at least a minute or so of down time, even if they were using paper cartridges. My hope was for me to get across the street during the few seconds when they couldn't shoot at me.Unfortunately, they were smarter than the average thug and were timing their reloading to overlap. That way, they had a constant fire directed our way. OK, my first idea was out, now for plan B. I asked Janet to put up a.