The bed was not even on the correct side of the wall to be Desma's room but that was not what I was looking at. The ball gag lay on the floor, the sil... ropes were still tied to the bed, and the box of pills were untouched on the night stand. Desma sat on the bed with her feet tucked under her with a look of rage on her face. In her arms she coddled the crying form of her younger sister, Kesha, who was a full head shorter. The long T-shirt, Kesha had put back on, reached her knees and she hugged. It was perfect for us where the streets are also so dark. When we entered the time was 11 at night it was so dark and she entered into the home and told me to wait outside after some time she came out and she changed her dress she was wearing only a shirt that covers till her knee I can’t control myself but she said wait if you don’t follow my rules you can’t fuck me. I said ok and got inside and she went upstairs and came down after 15 minutes and asked me to come upstairs room. I locked all. Andrea was in the bathroom dressing. When the door opened I looked to see my gorgeous wife walking out wearing a red Lacy dress. It was low cut and she had her firm little thirty four b cup tits pushed up and together forming very sexy round globes. The entire dress appeared to be see through and came only inches from her ass cheeks. Her legs were covered in very shear suntan nylon and I could see them through the fine lace . Wow, I said when I saw her walk across to the full length mirror on. When I got home, I had a long shower to get rid of the smell of the smoke. I thought that I would have to get my clothes cleaned because they stank of smoke, but then I found some scorch marks on them and binned the lot. It was gone two by the time I finally crawled into bed. +++++++++++++ The following morning, Christmas Eve, I crawled out of bed around ten, with the biggest hangover I’ve ever had in my life. I figure it was half the beer and half that bleeding smoke. I was in the kitchen.