I used foundation to smooth out the edges andvoil?. A perfect set of C cup breasts that looked as if they belongedthere. I placed the bra back to fron... around my torso and fastened it.Then I pulled it round and pulled it up over my new breasts and thepulled the straps up over my shoulders. I then took the stockings androlled them up over my legs.I had liked the feeling before, but now, with shaved legs, the feelingwas intensified. My senses reeled as I attached the stockings to thegarter tabs.. ’ ‘Not my nighty?’ This was the same game. ‘No. Your panties.’ ‘I’m not wearing any.’ ‘Naughty! Have you been teasing other boys?’ Although unintentional, this stung. ‘You know better.’ The look on his face told me that my voice carried the hurt. ‘You are the only man for me.’ His knowing stare brought a surge of emotion, and I almost shed tears when he replied. ‘I know, baby, believe me, I know.’ Recapturing my composure, I chastised him. ‘I took them off downstairs.’ And then with a little. You know what I’m thinking? How in the fuck could the wife who claims to love me refrain from giving her “lover” pleasure such as this for the decades that we’ve been married? Through the intense pleasure I keep wondering why she is so damn disengaged? Quite frankly it’s a rather fleeting thought, what with my beautiful friend eyeing me as she frantically draws my cum towards its eruption. And erupt it does. My hips are fucking her face now as the fierceness of my need sends shot after shot. We’d look back, steal a kiss, look back, and then giggle like kindergartners.Then Darcy came. My other, older stepsister.Ugh, I thought with a grimace. Medusa…My arm was now on the headrest.She asked what we were watching, talked over the program, chatted across the living room with our parents about dessert, and decided to sit and watch TV with us. She sat on the one-seater, her legs in her black leggings crossed, sandaled foot swaying, arms crossed under her cleavage, and a knowing smile on.