I wriggle out of my skirt, slowly. I am wearing black stockings to match my basque – but no knickers. You like it when I don’t wear any knickers. ...My hand slips down between my own legs and I lick my lips as I touch myself, still watching for your reaction. I slip my finger inside my cunt and play with myself. I put my fingers into my mouth and taste my own juices. We still haven’t touched each other. I slowly start to remove my basque, starting at the top so that my breasts fall out, nipples. She was enjoying making Harper and me squirm, too much. I understood why she didn't make nice when Greg and his family came in the back door. She wanted to let Angie have some fun at our expense. I was ordered to catch them up with what I planned for tomorrow night."Oh, you are such a bad boy," Angie said and shook her head.It didn't help when Greg high fived me. He was sent to help Dad finish dinner."So how should we punish him?" Angie offered.Harper gave me a weak smile. It was then I. “With the babies on their way, I do not want to run the risk of losing you or the babies.”The girls all smiled warmly at my protectiveness of them and our children. It was Janet who decided to respond.“Let us decide after our meeting at the fort. We can get an idea of the numbers present and those still to arrive. Besides, I also need to check in the aviary. I had left our destination here hidden in the notes I sent. My friends all know the codes I use, so I am expecting to have more than a few. Standing straight up in the air. Peter starts to feel the itch that consumes us all. P: Oh, hey, that’s kina nice. It’s making me hard down there. Oh my god. Now it’s throbbing. Burning even! Oh, why is it so itchy?Tinker bell gives Peters cock a full body hug, and rubs her body all over it. Using her tongue to enjoy the salty taste of his skin while grinding her pussy on the side of his cock. T: Hehe, you seem to like it! P: Oh Tink! I’ve never felt anything like this!T: Good?P: The.