Always the practical one,” she smirked, then became more serious, and said, “and we can’t even look like doing anything while Mum and Dad are in... the house. Okay?” I nodded. “Other than that,” she said with a smile, “we live in the same house, so if we’re horny for each other, nobody needs to know but us.” Then, she looked at the clock beside my bed, and said, “Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for work.” As she climbed over me to reach for her pyjama pants on the floor next to my bed, I. "Yes! oodles of frills." Absolutely."We sat out in the sun finishing off breakfast and discussing the fashionchoices of some of the "Ladies" seated around us. Violet impressed mewith his knowledge of the changing fashions since the end of WWII. Hetalked about how the austere fashions after the war evolved into theextremely feminine styles of the 50's and 60's. He lamented the drifttowards more masculine styles of the last few decades. We both agreedthat given the choice, we would feminine. Then she pushed her pants and panties down past her knees. Laying back on her parka, she undid the front clasp on her bra, allowing her massive tits to quiver into view. “Dinner time, John.”“Huh?” he said, feasting his eyes on her charms.“Eat me.”“Oh.” Her husband shifted around on the seat, sinking to the floor, and bending into her. Anita simply grabbed his ears and pulled him to her crotch.John allowed Anita to guide him to his object of desire. She was as turned on by the situation as he. Her eyes then roamed down to my erect penis, they widen and her smile became a grin. "Oh master, you want me to take care of that for you?" she asked."I need a piss before anything else!" I replied."OH may I help you with that, master! I could hold it for you or you could use me as your toilet, if you prefer?" she continued.We walked down stairs to my wet room, Tammy's hand wrapped firmly around my cock as though she was scared it may get away from her. I sat her in the shower chair and told.