I envy Siobhan that gown. I simply cannot wear violet or purple as a principle color, even though I love it. Siobhan has the perfect coloration. Chris...ine took pictures while I pulled out my gift. I showed them to everyone, before giving them to the stylist. He needed to redo part of his work to display the hairpins properly, but clearly did not mind. He managed to use the red in the lacquer to highlight the ruby ear studs she was wearing. It is nice to work with professionals.The effect was. I paused at the bathroom door, studied the shape of my fourteen-year-old, and fatherly concern for her aches and pains flew out the window.I knew my daughter had a great ass, but, Jesus! Naked, her face was turned away from me, her thick dark wavy hair spread over her shoulders. Her slender bare back swept down to two of the sexiest buttocks I’d ever set eyes on; twin pear-shaped globes that rose forming a butt crack that cried out to me. Her ass cheeks flowed into her thighs and, in the gold. It was like hewas nothing more than a toy to be used for someone's pleasure.They traded positions then. This time Mathias ended up on his hands andknees, the Buck positioning himself behind him. With one quick thrust,Mathias's womanhood was suddenly full and his mouth dropped open from thefeeling. The Buck reached around and began fondling Mathias's firmbreasts while continuing to thrust into him as far as he could go.And now it was Ceir's turn to spread his legs and straddle the Buck. Why did I even bother to come? Why did I put on this silly black dress, these obnoxious red heels, and get my hopes up about how this evening would go? With a final, admittedly dramatic sigh, I turned around to face the mingling partygoers once again -but all I saw was a pair of crystal eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Leaning against the sliding glass door was a man in a fitted navy suit, his crisp, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a protruding collarbone and his bare chest. He.