Wendy's belly was covered in slices of melon, leading to her pubic fur which seemed to have redcurrants threaded amongst the gold. Lines of cream stud...ed with bananas and raspberries led from the ankles right up Wendy's long legs to her scarlet cunt lips which were distended by a peeled pear which Debbie had lovingly inserted into my daughter's tight vagina. The pink pearly clit was anointed with a dab of cream.All the women clustered round and I saw several congratulating Debbie, who Clare. And then a couple of weeks ago when I found you not wearing your 5-inch heels when you were finishing the dinner dishes that night. I told you then that there was no excuse for not wearing your heels when serving me. Even if you had them on for 12 straight hours that day. And then there was the time that your petticoats that you wear under your nightgown at night was not the full set. Remember, you didn't expect me to check? Well, that's three strikes and out for this months key. Maybe next. He laid on his back as she leaned over him and and touched her forhead to his. She watched his face closely as his eyes stared directly at her hanging tits before coming up to stare her in the eye. “How do you like my ugly face now?” She asked with a hyper tone in her voice and a grin on her face.Daniel peered down again as his mother’s exposed tits lightly pressed into his bare chest, dragging the pointed nipples across his skin with each jostle. Joyce threw her hair forward so it providing. Just let me... oh, hell! It's now or never."Conor looked at her. "What does that mean, Mother?" It means if I don't show you now, I probably won't have the nerve later."Conor's eyes took on a sparkle as Madison stood, her torn skirt fanning away from her body in the gentle breeze. Her face still dripped with his come-juice. She didn't want to wipe it off. It felt good, like a precious oil. She wondered if the Romans or Greeks used to jack off into their women's faces."The top first, Mother,".