He took his nightclothes and tossed them over by his dad’s skivvies. Gail seeing that she had no choice in the matter undid her robe and let it fal... behind her back she opened the material on her lap, so that she was left sitting on her robe totally exposed to her husband and young son except for the pink panties she was wearing. She had not expected the night to take this sort of turn.“Panties too, Babe.” prompted her spouse. She leaned back with her shoulders on the couch and raised her. The manageress appeared to be in her late 30s: it was hard to tell, as she was tall and slim, with collar-length brunette hair in a style that was both elegant and rather severe, but from the slight lines around her lips and eyes, she was possibly even a little over 40. Ms. Carrington was dressed with an sophisticated simplicity that Sally-Anne envied, in a charcoal grey business suit, with the flared jacket and tulip skirt tightly-tailored to her slender waist and mature curves. Beneath this. Wearing a pair of panties with an opening in front allowing his peter to project forward. The short skirt section lifting and bouncing in the front as his little dickie in a plastic chastity device moved slowly back and forth with his tiny steps. It would look like Ramos’ dickie would be searching for something. Maybe it was searching for the key so it could be freed. Who would have it? Himself or the dad. Maybe both have copies. Jack could imagine a key hanging around his neck with his. Annie worked her hands down my chest and onto my abdomen , up and down in long strokes, every time she leant forwards her wonderful breasts hung over my face, she saw my gaze upon them. She stopped and lifted my hands, covered my palms with oil and pressed them to her breasts, “Better?” she said. I nodded and momentarily looked down and saw Alex firmly massaging Sarah,s breasts, her nipples were already hard.I saw Alex stand, his cock was semi erect, clearly he enjoyed the feel of my wife’s.