Lookingdown once again at his body, Peter had a sudden horrible realization. Herecognized the clothes he was wearing, though he certainly never put th...em on that morning. In shock, he slowly raised his hands in front of his face, staring at the long slender fingers, with the perfectly manicured nails. A wedding ring was on one of them. And he knew that ring well. It was the same one he'd given Mary Jane at their wedding. Gulping, Peter was forced to admit that somehow, he seemed to. After giving us all a drink and a peck on the cheek, she showed me her nails, long and bright red to match her lipstick. "Do you like them?" she asked me."Gorgeous" i repliedShe wispered in my ear "they'll look better wrapped around a nice hard cock". She walked out, but 10 minutes later the living room door was opened again, and stood in the doorway was Zara, she was wearing very high black heals with wedged toes, Black stockings and a little "french maids" outfit. She had a tray in her hand. Then he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as if the blonde was sending him to heaven."Yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it..." he kept chanting in a whisper, his dick standing straight up and rigid, again. Leasa's head was now bobbing into the cheeks of his ass. She was giving him a pro's rim job if ever there was one."Yeah, lick my black ass—honky ho'" he hissed. Leasa's head now glided up and down the length of his crack, turning slightly to the left and then slightly to the right, as. She unsholdered her bra and turning to face me smiled and asked if I had done that before. I answered never and said it was beginners luck with a light chuckle. Her b**sts were amazing with large buds crowning each, Seeing them for real made them look far bigger than I had imagined from her pictures and as she lay down they felt heavy against my tiny chest. My cock was now dying to spurt and I could feel damp precum on my tummy. Mum noticed my discomfort and asked if she could help her new man..