”“Definitely,” I agreed. “It’s not every day that a lady gets a double dick-tation.” They laughed heartily at the pun and with my ability ...to sprinkle wit on lust. Suvendu grabbed my right boob, and Joy followed suit with the left. Both started kneading in tandem. Two different hands felt heavenly and soft moans started emitting from my mouth.“Joy, how much do you like your mom’s boobs?” hubby asked.“Dad, they are so soft and firm – you’re blessed to have gained access to these for. All because he was a sissy. He hated it? and yet, he didn?treally want to do anything about it either. All the things he lovedmost in life? were the sissy things. Even all the humiliations. Deepdown, he loved them. Only the sissy things made him really feel alive. Why? Why? Why? There was no answer. No solution. And because ofthat, he was a failure.He was startled by a knock on his car window. He looked up to see Robinstanding there. He finally opened his car door as she stood out. I teased her nipples with light nibbles and later sucked on them real hard. Than an idea struck me and I took her back to the printer. I asked Rhea to lean over the printer, the pose that I loved of her much, with her bottom thrusting out invitingly. I thought of all the times I had seen her like that and fantasised of doing her in that position, from behind. Now I was actually going to get my chance.Grabbing her hips, I entered her from the rear, burying my hard manhood in her tight, and. "That smells good." It's about ready; bread or toast?" Bread's fine, thanks. This is fantastic..."I prefer toast with my cholesterol, so put a couple of slices under the grill. I have yet to find a yacht grill that can cope with more than one slice at a time anyway and mine is no exception. It's necessary to turn the slices side to side as well as over. But I like my bacon well done anyway. Soon enough we were tucking into the fry-up washed down with coffee. Real coffee with caffeine in it,.