.. at least I assumed it was His Hands. After all, maybe He invited an entire bus load over."SMACK!" I jumped as I felt his open hand make contact wit... my bare butt."Focus, Slut" His powerful voice filling the bedroom... my bedroom, OUR bedroom. The room where my hubby and I sleep every night. the room where we are trying to conceive our second c***d.... and now two strangers, well, Mt Daddy and this woman, are in that same room and I am giving myself willingly. I then felt Daddy stoking my. I definitely agreed with Jasmine and it wasn't just because she held my cock though it was a big part of why I liked her a whole bunch right now."He's got more curve," Jenny said.I looked over and she was pointing at my cock."What of it?" said Jasmine."Nothing. It just makes it a little different than the other cocks I've seen." It would probably rub your g-spot perfectly," commented Jordan.The girls looked at my cock as if pondering that thought.I kind of wanted to get dressed and escape and. I hadn’t known what to expect when I knocked on the door on the house of the seamstress. She was a short woman, probably in her late thirties with a little gray in her otherwise black hair. Besides that, there wasn’t much more. No hips, no breasts, nothing. However, she seemed to know her business, and she had been delighted when I brought her the clothes that I hadn’t really been able to wear. I had offered those to her, so that they could be used for helping the families with growing kids -. Me: Please stop crying. It was your fault to take the phone to the final exam hall. (while rubbing her shoulder)Riya: I know, but please do something, please try to convince him.She put her head close to my chest and started to cry. I slowly slid my hands down her shoulder to her waist and started to rub her waist while consoling her. She was busy crying and not conscious of what I was doing!I slowly slid my hand to her ass and started rubbing there too as if I was consoling her by holding one.