Miss Clarke returned with a pair of powder blue silk knickers,edged in pink lace and the bottom covered in pink lace ruffles.She put them on the bed, ...s Miss Moore bought over the French Maids dressand showed them both. Made from black satin, white lace and stunning, sheasked if they liked it."Chrissy will look perfect in that! Especially with these knickersunderneath, don't you think? He'll need a nice petticoat as well, so heshows them off and some tights as well! White sheer tights and. Tapping him on the shoulder, she stopped him. "Sweetie, I want you to fuck my ass. Go get the lube over there on the table," she motioned Greg was very willing and when he returned, he squirted it all over his shaft and head. Nancy stayed on her back and lifted her legs almost behind her head. Greg was ordered to take his time so she could get acclimated to that size. Wincing but anxious, she encouraged him to sink his weight down on her until that massive meat filled her rectum. "Ouch! Hang. ‘No’. Never breaking eye contact, I released my shorts and felt them puddle at my feet. The reaction was instantaneous.‘I’ll be damned.’‘Unbelievable.’‘Holy shit.’‘Of all the people to be a pervert, I would have never guessed.’The humiliation was intense as I stepped out of my shorts. I gave my wife my best ‘are you satisfied now’ look, but the glare I got in return chilled me. She wasn’t.Robert looked at me, still snickering. ‘Do you wear these often?’I couldn’t speak, but didn’t have to. My. They find my ass and squeeze it tightly through my skirt before lifting the back of it up and touching my bare ass. I lower one of my arms and reach down for his cock, still while kissing him heavily. He’s already rock hard, and I stroke him through his jeans.Fuck this, I think to myself. I know damn well what I want, and I’m not going to wait for it any longer. I unbutton his jeans with one hand and pull them down to his knees. His hands are groping at my “tits” now and he’s burying his face.