In the shame-soaked downward spiral of self-doubt and disgusted, all I could do was hope that he finished and let me leave without any further debasem...nt.His last few thrusts slowed to a near stop as he spilled himself in my mouth. Tangy and salty, his seed poured straight into my throat, barely giving me any aftertaste. At least that was merciful, I never needed to truly realize exactly how much I gulped. Then he pulled out, a bead of cum still between his slit."Clean it," He said.With eyes. I saw movement under Yoko's blouse and realized Tanya already had her hand under her top, and was feeling those small breasts.All of Yoko is small. She's maybe five feet, and ninety pounds soaking wet. The physical difference between her and Shari and Tanya is amazing, and really erotic.Yoko has a handful of Shari's breast, and Shari moans as she feels her up.I can smell the excitement.I can hardly breath as I drive back to the cabin.By the time I pull into the drive, Shari already had her hand. There are freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as thetongues of flame lick outward in the fireplace. I can feel mydaughter's flush rise from the warmth of the blaze before us. I longto savour that young a****l heat rising from her tender flesh with myhands, but to feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth of thefire, apart, together.Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine andthree glasses and sets it down on the table in front of theoverstuffed couch catty. Finally, after all the trauma of my operation and recovery, I felt like I was beginning to come alive again.But I was unprepared for what happened next. “Let’s see if you can figure out how to put on your pantyhose,” she said with a giggle. I picked up the flimsy nylons and tried to get my foot into one of the legs. “No, stop!” she laughed. “You’ll put your toes right through them. Here, bunch them up, one foot at a time, and slide them up your legs.” I followed her instructions, and as the.