Mom’s hair is to her shoulders while my sister’s keep their hair almost to their waist. My sisters are just about the same height and size as Mom ...is because they are always trying to borrow her clothes. The main difference is in the boobs. They all wear a size thirty-four bra but Mom takes a C-cup, Karen a B-cup, and Crystal wears an A-cup.So anyway I’m just inches from Mom’s pussy pretending to look for a coin that I supposedly dropped. I don’t know what came over me but I put my nose right. I whispered that since I was wearing a woman’s clothes she should please me as a woman. Roma looked at me and nodded with a smile. She got up from the bed and slammed the door shut signaling her mother not to disturb us.Roma came back to me and untied the strings of the salwar. She pulled off my undies and asked me to put on the salwar once more. I obeyed her orders and tied the strings back. She then started to gently fondle my soft dick over the silk cloth. My dick felt good, the soft. We were then told to return to the house. Seth and I slept upstairs in my room as Melanie and Melissa had to sleep in the living room on the main floor. The next morning, my parents gave us all a very long talk. Myself being the oldest of the four was blamed for getting the event started. Though in the after math, I will never forget the experience I had that night. Even after the barging in from my father, it by far was at that point the greatest night of my life. I had from that night on. I want to keep them so I can, well, you know, watch them later." Martin asked, "You mean you want me video your cock-lovin' hubby sucking cock and getting fucked? You want to lay back, frig your nasty cunt as you watch him in action? Dat what you want, honey?"I said, very excited, "Oh yes, please, I really love watching him do all those things to you guys and then watching you all do it to him."Martin laughed and said, "Honey, you have him bring the food and beer, and I'll supply the men and.