Which of my lovely ladies will pleasure me tonight? I thought, running my hands over a deep blue cashmere number. I ran my hands through all the treas...res in the box, feeling their sensuous fuzzy softness."Down, boy," I muttered as my cock pushed eagerly against the material of the old terry cloth robe I wore. "We want to take our time with our soft, sensual lovelies. What is this?"My eyes had spotted a long sleeve of fuzzy silver grey. I moved the other sweaters aside and lifted the beauty. He almost lost himself again right then and there, but he was waiting for what he knew was coming. Bridget was close to finishing. Her fingers were digging almost painfully into his back, but the slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure was all the more arousing. Suddenly, she was suspended, her back arched and her mouth biting down on his shoulder to stifle her cries. It didn’t matter, no one could hear them, but he got off on it just the same. His fingers came out sopping wet, and when he. But that wasn’t what surprised her the most - it was how familiar everything felt. After all, they’d lived together for fourteen months; a lot of Theo’s possessions felt like hers, and so walking into the small house he was renting was surprisingly like coming home at the end of a long day.“Milk?”“What?”“D’you want a glass of milk?”McKayla wrinkled her nose.“No?”She could hear Theo laughing in the kitchen.“Yeah you do. Trust me, honey.”When he came out, he was holding a huge glass of milk with. The bra and panties were both black lace. There was a small amount of red trim on the top of both. The bra was almost see through with a slightly thicker patch around the nipple area so that didn’t show. The panties had a similar effect. I noticed all of this as she fed me chocolates. I was so tired I did not even feel guilty that I was not returning any pleasure, like I normally would. It was an odd mixture of sensations and feelings. I was dead tired, horny, relaxed, excited, and all of this.