The shutters were dirty and the walls needed of a new coat of paint; the gutters should have been replaced and all of the bushes needed to be cut back...before spring. The whole house looked tired, like his parents.Travis ran around and gave Anya a hand stepping down from the running board. He didn't even realize the importance of the gesture although it was not lost on the young woman. She lowered her face to hide her quick smile.Travis took one last deep breath and barged through the front. ..?Him: I must be punished. Please punish me mommy.I approach my tied down sissy son. I grip his thong and slowly slide itdown his legs. Once it is out of the way, I notice his tiny cock cagedangling from his body. I had been planning on waiting a little longerfor this, but now is the time. I remove the key from around my neck andinsert it into the lock. My son is alerted by this sound and excitedlyraises his head. He cannot see what I am doing. With a slight twist, thelock pops off and his. Actually it was I who was nailed. I had a shagging in mind but didn’t quite know if this was the time and place for my attempt. Gloria was sitting facing me with her back against her door when she said, ‘I’m not wearing panties – want to check that I’m telling the truth?’ Well, I’m always good for a look. I looked, the odor was unmistakable and my tongue shot down for a test drive, Gloria squealed and it was all on. ‘Christ, I’ve been longing for you to be doing this since I waggle my butt at. As we walked they both had their hands on her bum under her skirt as she walked between them. We got to their room and it wasn’t long before she was stripped down to her pantyhose again and was helping them out of their clothes. They both stood there with hard cocks expecting her to suck them but she said not yet. She then told me to strip off too. I pulled off my tshirt, took off my shoes and then my trousers and stood there in a matching pair of sheer to the waist, crotchless, tan pantyhose..