I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of her eyes. I blend. When she opens her eyes, they smoke. She looks at herself in the mirror. She nods.... Approval. I beam with pride. She likes to apply her own lipstick. I watch transfixed as she makes her lips glisten red. Mommy sprays perfume on her neck, another spray low on her tummy. Next to her on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the heady aroma. I bring Mommys garter belt and attach it around her waist. I bring her stockings.. She knelt between my sister's legs and entered her. They kissed each other with passionate abandon as Liz and I watched Chrys's ass rise and fall. When Linds wrapped her legs around the transsexual deep in her pussy I lay my wife next to them and did the same.It was a good thing the children were not home. Our sounds of lust and joy-filled the house. Chrys rolled my sister to her knees and rammed back inside her. I did the same with my wife. The two ladies kissed each other excitedly as. She penetrated him sodeeply, he let out a high pitched little squeal. Tell me again how muchyou like the pretty tits I bought for you, show me some gratitude youfilthy little whore... I love them! And I love being your little bitch!His response felt so natural, so innate, he couldn't imagine a worldbefore this. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she leaned in, heturned his head slightly to see a trail of her long blonde hair strokeagainst the side of his body. And what are we going to do. “I think we need something a bit more modern- and silent.”She produces a small black ball from a little pouch on her apron. She undoes the ball gag and allows Carl to drool freely and stretch his jaw which was beginning to sore. “Can I have a drink of water?” Petunia smacks him across the face, “Despite what you think, Whore, I am above you in the household’s hierarchy. You use ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam’ when addressing your superiors. Also, use your politest words.”“I’m sorry,” he said, pained, “May I.