I surrendered to her and we walked upstairs to my bedroom, keeping the camcorder running to check how it all looked. I left the camera running on the ...edside table, as I went to climb into my strap-on, and re-fill the reservoir with sperm. Walking back into the bedroom, there was Alison with her buttocks almost devouring the cam lens, whilst lubing her bottom, and slipping two fingers into her tight rectum. Before picking up the palmcorder I checked the screen, and there was Alisons anus in big. I nodded. After he had gone, mom saidtoday would be special in a way. I asked her how. She told me that todayI would be wearing a saree. I said oh! I told her it may be difficult tomanage in a sari. She had stitched two or three blouses for me and hadgiven me quite good practice in a sari but I hadn't gone out in a sari.So I said I better wear a churidar in which I felt comfortable. Shestubbornly said no. I bent my head thinking and nodded. She asked mehave a quick wash while she made things. I removed my t shirt and pulled my shorts down. It was at this point that Deborah noticed they neither of us wore underwear under our sheer tights and just said “Wow, it’s a long time since I’ve seen one of those” as she stared at my erect cock, straining against the soft, nylon fabric. My wife grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. I lay down, and she lay down next to me and started rubbing my cock through my tights. I reciprocated by rubbing her pussy through the nylon. After a few minutes of. "Why isn't he in the morgue?" Frank asked.She rolled her eyes, jerking her thumb at the ceiling. "The Big Guy insists he's salvageable. Writers," she grumbled sourly."If anyone can save him, it's you, sugar." He danced up to her, seriously grooving and snapping his fingers. "Ohhh Yeahh! Have I told you how much I love your taste in music?"Tonya pulled out a hypodermic needle. "Stop dancing this second, or I sedate you." Frank stopped dancing. "God!" she snapped, "I fucking HATE this song!" Then.