Fast. My cum-filled balls smacked into her flesh. Her juices bathed my cock. Her fingernails scratched at me through my dress shirt.“Mmm, that's it,...�� my wife groaned. “Love our daughter. Fuck her hard.” She shuddered, her green eyes bright. “You could get caught.”I know.My wife's hands dug into her tits. She squeezed her breasts with such passion through her pink scrub top. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She moaned and whimpered. Her fingers rubbed against her nubs. Pleasure shot through. I then watched with some amusement as Pete rejected the chair directly opposite me, insisting to the waiter that he sat on my left. If the waiter was annoyed at having to move the place settings he did not show it. But we were now able to chat more intimately than in the bar area. And as we tucked into the first course the discussion directed itself towards my attire."I adore your legs," confessed Pete, "and when covered with pantyhose I could eat them!"I wasn't too surprised by his comment for. She then moved to my right side and began repeating the operation, this time without explanations. I watched in horror as my right tit blossomed out to match my left. Janet’s grinning face finally disappeared, setting like the moon below the horizon of my enormous breasts! Then I could feel, without being able to watch, something similar being done to my left buttock and hip, and then finally my right. At last they elevated my backrest and wheeled a full-length mirror in front of me. . He began to stroke it slowly with his right hand, smearing her pussy juices along its length. "As you can well imagine, she was confused at first. After all, she had no memories, no knowledge or name for anything, no experience upon which to draw upon. She only knew she hungered for something she had no name for. Her first act was to shed the string fastened to her limbs, experiencing her first emotion. Elation! Ah, Jenny, she was as perfect alive as she had been when inanimate, each step,.