Give me a lookat you,touch my boob with your other hand and say ooh i feel like alady.What else could I do, I was only able to follow instruction.OOH ...feel like a lady.With that she took out of a nearby dresser some blacknylon stockings,she bunched the stocking up and point the toes Lor andslid it up my bare leg.Its dark color made my leg look soo differant.Shesaid now the other and slid the second up my leg and oh my you look likea fem boy at minamum go ahead and feel your new legs baby.Sit on. I was touching her boobs! Under-boob exactly, but how does that matter? My hands were touching the private areas of my dream girl, which until now only used to happen in my dreams (day-dreams). I thought she may frown upon this, or scold, or say something, but she didn’t. She stayed in that position for a good 7-10 sec, while she was sniffing through her handkerchief. Damn! I was confused. I had an image of her as a shy girl, but this incident changed my view, adding to my dilemma. She then. Molly reached out and grabbed my hand and guided it to Fanny's large and buoyant and natural breasts where I squeezed and twisted her pink nipples. My other hand returned to the soft masturbation of Fanny's cunt. Molly's hand returned to the task of keeping me hard.Being in the way, I ended the caresses of Fanny's breasts when she moved lower and leaned down, playing nipples over Molly's groomed nest of pubic hair and engorged pussy lips and the tip of her taut clit. Her arms and hands stroked. Their little asses barely off the tree their legs and feet folded back and tied to it and spread wide open.Ellen could see both their little pussies in clear view. Their titties standing straight up with the firmness of them. The helpers had finished staking and tying their hands and arms and got up and came back to where the evil woman was standing right between both girls. She now was saying something in their native language and pointing at each of Ellens Daughters.The oldest.