Elle porte un pantalon en cuir noir, un haut blanc avec un veston au-dessus.Le marin: John, ou plutôt Jane. En effet, c'est une femme qui se fait pas...er pour un homme. Elle est brune avec des cheveux court et a pu se faire passer pour un homme grâce a sa poitrine peu volumineuse et grâce a un bandage, elle est aussi plus athlétique que la plupart des filles, enfin des filles normale qui font la cuisine et la couture. Elle a des fesses assez petite et des yeux verts foncé mais un regard plein. It always amazed me how just the sound of his voice could make me whole. I almost pulled him onto me right then, but the soft rustle of Trish moving against the sheets stopped me. Ilooked at her, lying there all drenched in sweet sweat, her legs splayed for the entire world to see. Her eyes watched us with a deep and abiding lust. She wanted more. Maybe she was ready after all. ‘Maybe you should see to our guest first,’ I said huskily. His eyes lit up and he looked at her, his cock throbbing. ...."I like it" I murmured. It was true - my mark on her, a claim. She laughed a little"So do I" Suddenly I remembered what she had said"Where's the other one?"Maybe it was my imagination, but I could've sworn that she blushed a little. Her hand found mine, and she pulled me up to palm her left breast through the flimsy fabric of the shirt."Right there" Then I kissed her, knee-to-knee, still holding her breast in the palm of my hand. She tilted her head back and I rolled with her, brushing. It is an unexpected surprise to see my beloved son with you. I am so pleased with how he has grown up and out."By now my hot throbbing dick was sticking straight out, all 28cm of it, and copious fluid dripping off of it. I could tell my mother was pleased, even though she had no idea why both of us were here and totally nude. She and the other wives bowed to us and resumed their seats on the couch.My father then spoke:"My beloved wives, and mothers to my son, it has come to my attention that.