"Maureen! Come here!"There was some scrabbling in the other room, and Maureen rollicked in: disheveled, clumsy, in need of a bath, finally stilling he...self into attention."My god, man, why do you show me that . . . thing?" She's . . . wearing it, my lord."He looked incredulous. "I don't believe you." Maureen. Show Master Hirsch what you've been wearing today."She looked confused, and then turned around."No, no. What I made. Go on."Her face fell, and looked like she was pleading, which I knew. Aaron shook his head. "More coffee, Mr. Bennett?" No, thanks just the same," Frank answered. He turned to Aaron. "What do you mean, 'inheritance'?" My grandmother died about a year ago and the will finished probate at about the same time I was doing the forecast. They asked me about my finances and I told them about it. They asked me to sign a release form for my broker." Did you sign it?" Frank asked."Sure, why not?" Aaron shrugged. He took a swallow of the apple juice and went on with his. With the temperature outside at 92 and our A/C dead, Mario, Pete and I wore loose-fitting shorts and Polos; Maria wore a tiny, yellow bandeau top and matching tiny, loose, yellow linen shorts that NEARLY hid her panties. Her sculpted abs and overflowing C-cups with dense, tall nipples over shapely and toned legs made an irresistible sight despite the beaded sweat. Mario smirked as Pete and I drooled. I didn’t know if Pete knew that I had already tasted Maria’s most intimate bits and fluids. I. His head was pressing against my cervix and it felt as if it was going to pop into my womb at any moment and reignited my climax so that once again i orgasmed.While this was happening the two men never stopped sucking my tits, their hands were now kneading the parts of my breasts you that were not in their mouths. The man between my legs was lifting me up and down his mighty dick making me grunt with every thrust. The men sucking my tits now freed their dicks and guided my hands to them so.