"Are the shoes for a special occasion?" Suzie asked. You laughed: "We're going to a party tonight; we're going to find Ellen a dress after this. A nic... low-cut black thing." Suzie looked at me in the mirror "How low-cut?" She slipped my shoulder straps off and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress and let the fabric fall away. The tops of my breasts were visible. "This low cut?" Suzie asked. "No, lower" Sarah whispered now close to us. Another button; just above my nipples. "Lower" Sarah. Sometimes she send me picture messages to my phone of her breasts and her pussy when i was at work. After about three months of mastubating in front of each other, she one day said to my girlfriend and i, that she had got a full time job and found an apartment for herself and that she would move within the next few days. some minutes later i received a text message from her saying: "Tomorrow is the last meeting, so let's do what we both have been wanting for several months". I went all in,. Made me eager for more delights. Daddy would always be my man, but I could be like Mom.I could enjoy any woman out there. Seduce them. Even share them with Daddy if I thought they would understand.I shuddered. That made me feel naughty. I knew I would have wicked dreams. I was on the verge of falling into slumber in its entirety when the door creaked open. I came awake, my eyes flicking to Mrs. Alberts creeping into the room, her robe open, her naked body flashing beneath. She was a blur to me. In which case, we just naturally continue it when he is not around and eventually we tell him that I’m your mistress. And if that doesn’t’ work, at least we’ll get some good sex out of it and you will have done something that you’ve been talking about for years. Then we move on to Plan B.”“What’s Plan B?”“I haven’t figured that out yet,” replied Jane. “Does he have a big cock?”“Oh yeah,” said Heather with a smile. “It’s pretty big. But what does that have to do with Plan B?”“Nothing. I was just.