So anyone that hasn’t text me in about a month and a half isn’t on my new phone…yet. So this text was from someone from a while ago. And I knew ...t wasn’t someone who annoyed me too much, as they bug me by text far to frequently for me not to have stored their numbers. So I was fairly over the moon. And to be honest, not too keen on finding out who it was from, as I like a bit of magic….(only a very, very small bit). So bouncing around the house, my sister’s and I set about making the house. Occasionally (if I am lucky) one or two would “forget” to wear a bra. These are the days I would spend time in class walking around checking their work and peeking down their blouses. It made me so hard and I know some of the young ladies noticed. Other days some of them would wear short skirts with cute panties. And again sometimes one or two would “forget” to wear panties. Those were the best days! Wanting to keep my job and freedom I never acted on these flirtations from the hotties in. I watched them, the young girl who asked how it felt, I watched her as she watched me as a man three times her age bent her over a table and took her sweet pussy from behind .The Lady of the House, and a Gentleman young enough to be he son copulated nakedly but enthusiastically like missionaries immediately beneath me as spots of sauce and cream dripped slowly from my crotch to splatter on their naked torsos fell from me and some latecomers still twisted me round to more easily lick the cream. I unzipped his pants and went fishing for some cock. He stopped me and said we were surrounded by a party, he didnt want to be watched. I asked if he was scarred, he said no. I told him nothing to worry, we could hide it. I pulled it out through the zipper hole, and started stroking it under my legs. I began making noise by slapping his stiffness against my leg. He freaked out and made me stop. I removed his fingers, and hiked up my skirt, and sat on his dick. He slouched down in the couch so.