By dinner time, we are all ready to just collapse in our beach chairs and wait to see what Mom creates for dinner. Each evening it has been something ...pecial; twice she grilled seafood on the charcoal grill outside. She is a great cook and as much as I exercise each day, I am starved by the time dinner rolls around. It is customary in our family, even in my grandparent's families, to have wine with dinner. As long as I can remember, my sisters and I have enjoyed wine with our meal. Nobody ever. ”“How do you know I do?” I asked while letting the fingers of my left hand glide up her inner thigh, toward her bare-shaven treasure.She shivered and moaned. “Because Mom has always ditched any guy who wasn’t good in bed - like instantly. She married you, so...”I pulled her panties around the curve of her ass, and slid my fingers over her folds. Her pussy looked like her mother’s as well - at least superficially. Her labia were firmer, and far pinker, though. When I slipped a finger inside her. His eight inch dick was sticking out prominently. He shook it. He fixed one more drink for Freddie and said, “I need you real d***k.” Freddie consumed the drink. “When did you have sex last,” Freddie slurred. “I fucked my wife on Tuesday,” the cop shared. “You good and d***k, baby!” “Yes, sir!” Russell continued massaging Freddie’s pretty moobs. “Damnit, boi! You have a body just like a woman.” “You think so, sexy,” the guy with Klinefelter’s syndrome responded. “Hell yeah! Suck it, bitch.”. I stopped the treatment on her breasts. She was breathing very rapidly, almost gasping for air. I began raising her dress. As fingers brushed the top of her panties she gasped and sucked in a big breath of air. I slid my hand to her crotch and fingered her cut through her wet panties. She automatically spread her legs so I could rub her swollen cunt lips. She was thrashing wildly begging me to fuck her with my fingers. I stopped and she whimpered and pleaded for more. I put my fingers into the.