A little while later, I had eaten a light dinner and was settling into my couch with a cold beer. I had popped a DVD into the player and Twelve O’cl...ock High with Gregory Peck was loading up. What I had expected to be a peaceful evening was soon interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hi, Lucky." Mit cheerfully said as she stood at my door. Like Tiffany, Mit was stunning. Although they were fully covered, her breasts seemed to be straining to free themselves from the confines of her dress. Her. In that respect, Daphne and her still-tight cunt won hands down. Luckily for JJ, Marilyn had tired of her latest conquest and had moved on to another member of the congregation, George Smart, the hugely hung father of her daughter's best friend, Kathy.'Tomorrow. 5 PM' was all the note said but that was enough. Freshly showered and wearing a short kilt and white blouse but no panties or brassiere she knocked on his office door."Good afternoon Daphne," the minister said formally and properly as. That’s great.”As I fingered and ate Blew, Stella moved closer and I saw she had unbuttoned her skirt to her hips and was slowly rubbing her bare pussy below her landing strip as she watched me eat our client. Her labia were as puffed as Blew’s and ready for my pleasure later. With my tongue buried in Blew, I rubbed her clit with my nose until her breath became ragged and she quietly shuddered in her first, wet orgasm. This April Fool was mine! “That was great, Mrs. Blew. Now you are wet enough. Her breath quickened. So far Reid had only used the rope to restrain her, this bondage of her tits was new. The rope serving as a tourniquet, Beth felt the pinching of the rope a new sensation that drew her attention. Unlike the pegs which pinched delicately like tiny jaws, the rope around each tit caused an overall ache, dull yet pervasive. Not tight enough to constrict blood flow completely, they were however very secure and unable to slip off even if she stretched and breathed deep.She.