Living with two beautiful, sexy women (my mom and my sister), I am able to constantly feed my insatiable hunger. They are both always leaving their di...ty, worn panties all over the bathrooms. The filthier the better. I love a thong filled with cum, sweat, piss, shit, etc. I like them as dirty and smelly as possible. I love nothing more than to find one of their dirty thongs, bring it to my nose, and smell it while rubbing and jerking my hard cock to images of my beautiful mom or sister. I will. "This is my husband, Cosmo, of too many years to count. We are fairies." She waves a golden wand with a star above the black handle piece in the air.You said. "I finally lost my shit."The green-haired guy flew around your room. His grubby little hands touching all of your possessions. He accidentally knocks over your small tv. "Oops."You shake your head in disbelief. "I knew all of those beatings I took, would do me in." You place your hand up to your sweaty forehead.Wanda waved her wand. His fingers entered her wetopening between her legs and she moaned gently,reaching out for Steve’s ample cock. She wanked himwhilst he frigged her, their kisses continuous as theyaroused each other.She withdrew from the kiss and pushed Steve back on thebed so he was lying down, symbolically on her husband’sside of the bed, and she pushed her dark hair away fromher as she leaned towards his aching manhood. She tooka deep breath before lowering her mouth on to hiserection which stood. . and you’re not mine. You ceased to be mine and I ceased to be yours when you deserted me for that Lysene ponce, what was his name again? Probably some perfumed pimp from a pleasure house. I have nothing against whores, but I am now against slavers, at the risk of being a hypocrite about that. I only sold people into bondage because they were criminals and I wanted to sustain you in your life of luxury and extravagance. And look what I got for it? Exile and disgrace.“We might not be formally.