. Rosita.What was Rosita doing here?And Mom? What was Mom going to think about Hailey's greeting? Where were my hands when Hailey tackled me. God, I h...pe I hadn't grabbed her ass. Had I fondled her ass in front of my mother? I was never going to hear the end of it.The strange man looked slightly annoyed. The woman, his wife, I guessed, had her hand covering a grin. Mom, Dad, and Rosita looked amused.What the hell was going on?Hailey, Cinnamon and Wynter had finished hugging all the girls.. My hands slid up her body, cupping her ample, freckled breasts, my fingertips grazing her areola’s, my eyes taking in her reflection, the scene, indeed, making me horny.“Mmmm! That feels nice!” she said placing her hands over mine, pressing her nipples into my palms.Moving my left hand downward, I combed through the dark red pubic hairs standing guard over her pussy. “Not as nice as this!” I whispered throatily, still nibbling on her neck, my middle finger curling inside her. She pushed her. Finally, after almost a half-hour, Laura and John emerged from the bedroom. Laura's red lipstick was all smeared and John was grinning from ear to ear. No one said anything, but I think we all knew that John had been given more than just a private showing of my wife's body. I'm sure that my Laura had given him an opportunity to explore every inch of her sexy pulchritude "up close and personal".When, I asked her about it later in bed, she just said to me, "Why, Jim I'm surprised that you'd think. He was mesmerized by the image.Maggie looked through the bag for a moment, then stood behind him.Wendell realized that the top of his head barely reached the undersideof Maggie's breasts. In the mirror, he looked from her breasts to herface and back again.Without warning, Maggie moved in front of him, put her hands under hisarms and lifted him, then settling him, seated, on the bed."These are cute," she mentioned, casually, as she slid a pair ofsparkling, bejeweled flats onto his tiny feet..