When I looked up at him, I could tell he saw me looking at his crotch, and he gave a little smile and rubbed his stomach just above his crotch.His mus...cles were well defined and his ass looked really tight in those tiny underpants. I couldn't stop looking at his crotch, and his hands now started to roam lower to the elastic band of his underwear. He slid his fingers in just a little."Dad, did you get excited when you were watching me in the bathroom? Your cock started to harden the minute you. "Flustered, James stopped posing and picked up the bra. He was getting abit more proficient at stuffing his breasts into the massive smooth cups.And suddenly, all he could see when looking down, were two round and firmbreasts, lifted and smooshed together by the bra. He bounced a bit on hisheels. The breasts jiggled and quivered heavily, and he felt their weightthrough the shoulder straps. Looking at the mirror, the effect wasenchantingly erotic even to him. He couldn't resist and leaned. When she finished I looked at myself in our mirror. Natural looking black wig, beautiful make up with red lips, short black party dress that showed the tops of my black stockings and garters, and high heels. Fuck but I turned myself on. My throbbing cock was barely contained in my soaked silk panties.Marcella did look like a high school girl complete with knee high stockings, short pleated skirt and even pig tails. The give away that she felt like a slut were the lack of a bra under her thin. A still crying April eased herself up from Clara's lap and immediately rubbed her bottom feverishly whilst stepping from foot to foot. She even forgot she chose to be spanked and just kept repeating, "I'm sorry," time and again.Clara felt even worse and holding her arms out she said with feeling, "Let me hug you."April fell in to Clara's arms and still crying hugged her back. Slowly she recovered and although still sobbing pulled herself away slightly and looked into Clara's eyes and without.