"NO!" she replied, her voice rather louder now than before, "I mean whyare you not wearing knickers? And where's your bra?"Stunned by what she was say...ng I found it difficult to reply. "Sorry, butI don't own any knickers or a bra. The ones I wore last time were yoursister's. I gave them back to you, Miss, after you had punished me. Youremember?" Yes, I know you did," she replied, "you had to - they weren't yours,were they? You had to return them, not that my sister would ever wearthem again. She pushed me on my back, bent down to suck on my tit, used one hand to spread my legs and drive her thumb into my pussy and one of her fingers up my asshole, her thumb was rubbing my clit and her other finger was moving in and out of my ass. I started shaking again and exploded in a huge climax. Fran had not undone her skirt and I worked on the zipper in the back, got the skirt down and pulled down her panties, turned her around and faced a nice 7 inch cock that was at least an inch thick. I. The girls were budding nicely, maturing already into A-cups with the promise of perky larger grown sizes still to come, so the young boobs were still adequately covered, leaving a wide expanse of athletically flat bare belly on display. Cute ... but the girls were going to get chilly, even with the central heat turned up to broiling.On Jessica, however, depending on how and where one was standing ... and how my new wife-in-training was leaning, standing or bouncing about, an occasional hint of. Is that one all right for you?" Oh, yes!" he gasped as he bent Penny over the coffee table, shed his robe and entered her nest from behind."I do hope you enjoyed the dinner, my dear," said Aziez as they exited the limo and walked to the front door of the huge mansion."It was delicious," replied Cindy, stifling the impulse to add "Master".The bell was answered by a servant who escorted them through the main hall and down a flight of stairs to a cavernous underground room. Cindy was embarrassed.