I asked my wife, Marsha, to go with me. I had already explained the nudity experiment that was being investigated at work, so when I told her of the i...vitation to go to Becky's place, she knew exactly what it was about. "Yeah sure, I'll go. I'm kind of curious about all of this anyway," she said. * We arrived at Becky's place. It was a big old farm house out in the country with lots of trees and privacy. I noticed a few other cars in the driveway. We rang the bell and it was answered by a very. Well? Its clean, mommy. Wrong answer. I rested my nose on her asshole and sniffed: Youre asshole is clean mommy. WRONG answer. God knows how long Nikki was being mentored and by whom-she sure as hell had it down-thirteen year old dominant, mommy-daughter Mistress! Im fucked! Uhmmmm, your delicious ass is clean&hellip,Nik&hellip,Nikki&hellip,. She giggled wickedly, Good boy&hellip,delicious? Is it? Kiss it daddy&hellip,kiss my ass&hellip,. I kissed all over her luscious, bubble ass: I kissed. By then I was starting to feel sort of human again, and after dinner we went upstairs. I put some Moody Blues on the stereo, Days of Future Passed, and lay down and stretched out on my bed. I turned towards her as she turned towards me, and we came together slowly and softly. We spent some time taking each other’s clothes off, and then we made very gentle love. After all that had happened, it felt really good to be with her, alone in that big house, without any cares or worries.Afterwards, we. Locking the door Angel is back kneeling in front of Paul as he sits in his big black office chair. Angel kneels, head down, hands behind her back pushing her big boobs out. Legs slightly open, thankful her pussy is just wet and not dripping yet. The colder air of the office caresses it causing her to close her eyes in anticipation...“Get them out!” Her eyes open wide at his first command.She slips her hand into her bra pulling both of her big boobs out of her dress and bra. They sit slightly.