"Fuck this is hot" I said out loud. Then I suddenly got an idea, if my wife wants to show off to yng teens and they want to watch, well I'll give them...both something to enjoy. I slammed my beer, took my shirt off, now completely naked except for my shoes and socks, and opened up the patio door. I stepped outside into the backyard and began to walk over to Wendy, dick in hand slowly stoking it in the process. As I approached my wife form her backside, I motioned to the yng teen up in the. ” She opened her jacket again to flaunt her point, “Then there are formal things I’m wearing and casual things, and the contrast is what grabs the attention.”Stuart muttered something, that could have been about attention being grabbed by her erotically exposed abdomen, her incredible hair, or possibly her tits, or legs. Zann ignored him.“So this is our first concept,” she switched to the first slide. “The shape is distinctive, and we have the contrast between white and brown...” She found a. .which I am thankful I don't have to make anymore, because He makes them for me. His name is "Daddy". No, he's not my real daddy, but having never had one, I guess he's close enough..though I don't imagine other girls crave their daddies like I crave mine. His lips tender across my flesh; his palm able to caress, other times wielding a sting if I should need correction. "Let me see," he said reaching down for the letter I had written to my mom. I hand it to him careful to not make eye. She told him she was tired after a hard day,flopping down in a chair in the living room. She handed him the key hadhim bring her a drink.When he served her, she kicked off her heels, putting her feet up on anottoman. "Massage them for me Sissy," she sighed gently. Don began,thinking this was certainly better than wiping her ass. His only regretwas that no one was massaging his feet which were confined in thoseheels. After a few minutes she had him bring her a pair of slippers."Show me how.