You wouldn't look twice at Stacy if you passed her on the street but on the street wasn't where breasts were meant to be worshipped. In the bedroom, t...ey were the stuff to inspire entire religions.The upper part of her breasts were a smooth even slope of unbroken white perfection. They rose to a swell and then curved dramatically inward, giving each tit clear definition and weight. They were capped by her soft pink nipples. As was so often the case while they were subjected to his gaze, they. It was raining rather hard, so she couldn’t go to the park and do her usual outdoor peeing of her own. She would have to improvise a bit, but she was sure that she could make it work to her own advantage. She stood in her kitchen, idly drinking a alcoholic concoction mix of vodka and cranberry juice, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt that didn’t hide her nipples and perky breasts underneath. She was in her own house, so why couldn’t she be naked unless she had company over—that was a. And then instead of a romantic dinner followed by an energetic night in a motel room, we had ended up having a pretty dismal evening.I had feigned a headache at dinner - lying to Linda adding an extra stab of guilt to what I was already feeling. I knew I was disappointing her, but I just couldn’t face the thought of having sex with my wife just yet. Linda and Kara looked alike to the point you could mistake them for sisters at a quick glance instead of mother and daughter. In the midst of the. But the women had no intention of changing their minds.Kevin was next. The maid was gentle and serviced him in a proper way collecting his cum in the glass along with the Spaniard's. A half hour had passed since the start when the Italian unleashed an abundant contribution. Bob was next-to-last releasing his donation in just a few minutes.Finally, it was the Portuguese's turn. The maid was not gentle with him. She squeezed and tugged on his balls with one hand and roughly masturbated him into a.