"So what would you want me to wear?" Shireen asked."Don't wear skirts or pants," I suggested, "why do you not try out one of your saris with the short...blouses?" Though she normally stayed away from Indian style clothes, this sounded like a good mix of conservatism and suggestiveness. Conservative in that it wrapped much of her body in yards of cloth. Suggestive in that the top was barely two triangles with the front deep enough to show significant cleavage and the back nothing but a drawstring.. As the sunlight started to creep into my bedroom I opened my eyes to find myself lying in my father-in-law Doug’s arm. I was shocked but could not & would not move till I figured out what happened. As I looked at his face I saw my creamy red lipstick print on his lips. I knew what he had done and I had let him. I realized that he was much bigger than his son and I touched his big tool with one hand, he stirred, he opened his eyes and stared straight into mine. He was smiling when he asked if I. He is still tied up, but uses his hips to thrust deep into her mouth, while I stand behind her and its my turn to use her long blond hair to shove his dick farther and farther down her throat. As he shouts again, about to shoot his load down her throat, I pull her head back hard by the hair and use my hands to jack all of his cum all over her tits. I untie Chase and then tell him that now he can watch again until his cock is hard and I turn to Mandy and shove her down hard onto the bed and. ||Aren got dressed quickly, looking back at the pretty view in the mirror.The illusion complete outside of the fact that Miss Orthen was wieldinga skinsuit gun and Vincent's phone in her hand. She put her blonde hairback in the crop, smiling as she noticed she still had some whitecakemix on her face from...the orginal Aren's cooking."Oh well." She unlocked the bathroom door making sure there was noevidence of Vincent ever having been there.Aren Orthen was exactly the same as a mere 10 minutes.