" That would be Mrs. Veneer." Uh, bub, do you not have a clue how smoking hot Mrs. Veneer is?" Yes, I do, she is a MILF, but right now I would rather ...hink of her in more placid terms." Sure kid, fool yourself some more." Phillip, shrugged, nodding his head has he half smirked in acknowledgement of Wolverine's accurate assessment."So, first tier would be Jean, uhmm, Ororo, Amara, Ms. Frost and Rachael." Other than Rachael's growing buds, lots of big ones there and you are looking to score with. "As the two walked over to a stand up wardrobe and opened it, theyfound nothing but female fashion model dresses. Nothing but girliegirl outfits in the drawers as well. ?None of this stuff is ours.?Donna said as she sounded a little scared. ?Did we walk into thewrong house?? ?I? I don?t know.? George stuttered. ?I can?t image another houselooking identical to our own, but we?d better leave just to be safe.After we find some new clothes we can return these outfits.? ?At least I don?t even. As much as I wanted to just let us both go at it, and fill her pussy with my cum, she just had to know. Otherwise, it would feel just wrong.“That’s not what I meant.” I said.“Oh come on, it’s not like we’re going to get caught. Your mom and my dad are still fucking in the family room. Emma went to bed, and they’re going all at it now.” Mary said. “I took a peek. They’re not even bothering to cover up now.“Mary.” I said. “You’re not the first woman I’ve been with.”“So?” Mary said. “Does it. He walked into the bedroom in his CK boxers. Picking up the prosthetic rubber belly from the bed, he strapped it across his toned stomach. He stood in front of the full length mirror, adjusting it, before pulling a white t-shirt over the belly. He pulled on the red and white trousers, tucking the t-shirt in, and slipping into the red and white coat. Finally he fastened the black leather belt tightly under the belly. “Ho Ho Ho… Merry Christmas,” he called out before chuckling. He made his way.