“Un baiser colibri!” Martine’s eyes flew wide and she mewed in nervousness as her hips wiggled wondering what a “hummingbird kiss” might be?...Jean lowered the dildo towards Martine’s tight little pucker of light-brown tissue at her anal sphincter. As part of the “preparations” Jean’s assistants had used warm soapy water and scented oils and coconut creams to meticulously clean Martine’s sphincter and rectum. Jean now used his hand to liberally coat Martine’s firm ass with more scented oils. Jean. What's the matter? You don't like my new outfit?" I asked sarcastically as I modeled my robe for her."Oh no. I love it. I just thought you might be a bit over dressed for and afternoon of drinking. That's all." she retorted. "Well then I guess I could just go without it." I said as I dropped my robe to the floor and walked towards the stairs in my bra and panties. "Let me just grab my coat." I added. Next thing I knew, I was hit in the head with my robe. "You brat." Pat said "Hurry up and get. Iattached the lacy black suspender belt around my waist andwith a bit of a struggle finally managed to attach the foursuspenders to my lacy stocking tops. By now my cock wasthrobbing and fully erect. I stepped into the very shortmini-dress and zipped it up at the back. Almost finishednow I admired myself in the mirror and couldn't believe thetransformation. The blue mascara over my eyes and the heavyblack eye liner combined with the bright red lipstick mademe look really tarty.Back in the. “Robbie!” she whined as she leaned against the door frame. “I can’t sleep. Can I sleep with you?” Rob nodded and lifted the blankets for her to get in. In the bed, Lorraine’s juices continued to drip down her slit and onto her ass until it pooled on the sheet beneath her. Her brother certainly smelled the aroma of her juices and felt the skin of his cock begin to stretch out.Lorraine saw the tent that he was forming and her hand flew to the “V” of her legs. Her fingers furiously worked her clit.