I tugged at the waist band until it was straight and I looked down in awe. I saw my unit bulging at the material. The panties clearly were not made fo...r a man to wear, but they felt good. I turned to the mirror and wiped away the steam in order to get a good look. The string waist band was high on my hips and the fabric front tugged my cock into me. I turned around to see that the rear string was gone from sight, but returned at the upper portion of my buttocks as it moved from vertical to the. She puts the stash of notes against her nose, sniffs and kisses it, slowly flicks through it, then makes a big deal of counting it out on her lap, makes sure they can tell it's a really LARGE stash, and then she waves them goodbye and drives away, me following.Once – and this is a killer – she does all this tantalising-the-tramps-with-the-money stuff and then, before she drives off, she slowly tears it up into little pieces which fall all over her and the inside of her car. Can you imagine?. My wife slipped down to her knees, and she moved over next to our daughter."Here Kris, let me show you this," she told her as she grabbed the shaft in her hands. She went on to explain the art of a hand-job and the wonders of a blowjob, and I stood there and watched them toy with my cock. I groaned out to both of them as they leaned in together, each of them running their tongues along the sides of my shaft. I could not believe it when their tongues met and they took a minute to kiss each. None of them had ever tried on such a thing before but they had seen pictures of them in magazines. The shopkeeper assisted them to put on the garment and pull the laces into place. The girls were grateful to have a piece of clothing on to cover their embarrassment, even if it was a bit weird. The half-cup design of the bustier pushed their breasts upward allowing a fair amount of bare flesh to be exposed. Where mother nature had not been too generous padding was built in.The new girls presumed.