"Fuck me, Mike." She whispers. "Fuck me good." I take my time with her. I'm pushing in and out just enough to feel the heat from her pussy grow. I en...joy her hot breath in my ear and the touch of her naked skin against my chest and the hard embrace she has me in. Even though this whole encounter has been horny-exciting up to this point, there is an emotional connection that is not easily put into words. A tender loving connection at a deep level. A kind that can only come from being related. I. Much toher shame being spit roasted and this completely objectifying treatmenthad also given her more pleasure than she could handle. It seemed thather prostate had become extra sensitive to stimulation and it didn't endeither. Although the sissy condom she was wearing was now filled Lisajust continued fucking her.While Marcy's first orgasm subsided, the constant back and forth over herprostate kicked off a second orgasm, and a third, a fourth,... As soon asthat first orgasm had hit Marcy was. Now he was really getting worried and a little scared, what would dad think and say if he saw him like this? it was just too much to think about and he just tried to think of other things but it was not easy. He felt the girls putting on some fish net stocking next and then a couple of girls started putting make on to his face while the other's continued to dress him. It took nearly an hour for them to get him ready and then the games began as the laid him flat on the floor and Sally lifted the. OK I will try". We disconnected and I was in heaven.Next day I reached her house at 11AM and rang the bell. A man opened the door, probably his husband. When I told that I am the tailor, he called Jyoti and asked me to come in. Jyoti came and I gave the blouse to her. From the way Jyoti acted with me I knew that it was his husband. As soon as I started to go, her husband said "Jyoti, why dont you try it now and see if its OK otherwise it might be too late for the party". She said OK and went.