”“Ah, maybe it’s just the power of suggestion,” he said with a chuckle. “Diana said she could tell where Jeff was, and so...”“She did no... say that she could tell where he was, just in what direction and generally how far away he was.”“So, you two can do it too?” he began as he glanced at the other two.“Of course not,” they again doubled.“Crap. I didn’t mean to do that,” Ashley groused as she looked at her sister-wife who had just said the same thing and with the same expression.“Me either,”. To which she replied that her cleaner had seen me in the garden this morning and when she came to bring in her laundry, Michelle had discovered that a pair of her panties had gone missing. I realized that I had been caught red handed, I hadn’t even seen the cleaner and so had some explaining to do. I explained that I had seen the washing and noticed that some of it had fallen on the ground, so I had come round to pick them up for her. A very lame story but it was the best I could come up with.. I had never kissed a woman like this before but it was amazing. My hands slowly slid up her chunky thighs and found there way to her breasts. I gently fondled her huge 34D’s as she ran her long fingernails down my back. I was already dripping wet, and I couldnt control myself anymore. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing hold of her hand I pulled her through the living room, up the stairs and pushed her into my bedroom. I shut the door, pushed her up against it and resumed this kiss.. It felt particularly humiliating to be lying in a puddle of my own pee, yet it was also surprisingly erotic for a reason I couldn’t explain, even to myself. Mistress placed a hand straight up my wet skirt and into my knickers, despite the fact that both were soaked in my pee. After the hour or more Mistress spent playing with my nipples, they were erect and aching, and my sex was definitely wet, and easily able to accommodate three of Mistress’ fingers. Mistress eased her fingers up, and.