He immediately started with her tits, oiling them and holding them from sides to bring both tits toward her chest and letting them fall back again dur...ng the tit massage. After playing with the big naturals he slowly shifted to her belly which still had a very small bump left from the birth on her shapely body (she was 53 kg at that time and 166 cm tall). Then he rubbed her front legs, and my wife was resting her beautiful feet on the guy's legs. This was too much for me and I put off my cloths. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll be there around three!" I sit up with a sigh. "She'll be on her way back by then,” he groaned. "Well, all three of us can hang out then. We could go swimming or something," I smirk, tugging my boxers off as my wood stands out proudly. "Sure, just hurry and get here!" "Yeah, yeah," I say, hanging up. I grip onto my cock and begin stroking it. Biting on my bottom lip as my tip spits out pre cum. Fuck! I can hardly hold back, I think to myself as I begin massaging my eight. " Yes, I remember. It still does not make it any less disconcerting. I am uncertain as to why you would believe I would find it comforting. Papa, you do remember you died in this house, do you not? I spent two days alone with you in this house before Madame came for me. Have you truly forgotten how lost and alone I was?" She shook her head sorrowfully. "You can no longer truly be my Papa. You really are the Angel of Music now." Yes, child, I can only vaguely remember those times now. I am sorry. ”“Whats one of the biggest turn on things you’ve ever touched yourself to?” Brandon asks quickly.“Hmm… Probably being with two guys at once, sometimes I get on my knees and lean forward, using both hands I rub my clit and gently rub my butthole. I’ve never put anything in it, just the thought and the feeling gets me really wet. That’s not weird is it?” she says, slightly giggling.“No its not weird at all, that’s actually pretty hot,” I say in return. I look over at Brandon who returns my glance.