“Really?” she asked, “oh fuck, I’d love to.”She uncurled from her seat on the floor and crawled over to kneel in front of Sofi. Nervously sh... took the proffered clamps. She examined them carefully, working out how they opened and closed. She tried one out on her finger as an experiment and admired the way it gripped. She tugged on the chain and it stayed in place.“The harder you pull the tighter they grip,” Lotti explained. “Wow, they’re amazing … and strangely beautiful.”She glanced back at me. I rose to a kneeling position, and my satisfied prick slid out of her just-deflowered hole. With it came a sloppy ooze of semen, blood, and pussy juice, leaking onto her pink and white "little girl" quilted comforter. I'd have to get that cleaned before my wife Denise got home from her weekend trip.I wasn't concerned that Kimmie might say something to her mother. Leaving aside the threat to her boyfriend's freedom, there was also the matter of lifestyle. She and her mother had practically been. What panties are you wearing now?”I liked the way her eyes opened wide, then narrowed. “Plain old panties. They’re not sexy.”“All your panties are sexy.”There’s a look females get when they start plotting. It’s a gleam in their eyes - conniving with a delicious hint of mischief that excites me at the unpredictability that might ensue. It’s quite thrilling, and Rachael had it down pat.“So, if I show you my panties, you’ll make that Asian pork with rice?”“Nope. Burgers.”“But I want the Asian. I pressed my legs apart mindful of her sore bum as I enjoyed her attentions to the fullest. My moans of pleasure mingled with her harsh breathing, till with a cry I had the most powerful orgasm. Truth is known I didn't know what to say or do to her, so just was content to hold her in my arms. I had a lot to think about as she lay there, I'm not sure when she fell asleep, but I know it was long before I fell asleep as I lay there deep in thought. In the morning I awoke early and was well.