I was always amazed at how sexy it made me feel and how happy Steve was to see me wearing it. Needless to say, my husband had no idea it existed.The o...ther was a dark blue Brazilian cut number that actually belonged to my oldest daughter. I didn't think it was particularly skimpy, but if her father saw her wearing it, he would flip. Of course, my daughter has a bigger chest than I do, so I had a difficult time keeping the top straight regardless of how tight I tied it. Looking in the mirror, I. I knew it was a coping mechanism they used to deal with the fact that I also made them do these scenarios naked and I spanked their asses whenever they didn’t meet my expectations.They would also sometimes start asking all sorts of unnecessarily detailed questions. Both Cherry and Berry would ask things such as where we were at the time the man walked up, or if they already knew him, or if he was like the last guy, who just secretly wanted to look up their skirts while they bent over looking. When she finally came back to earth, she got up on her knees and shoved a hand into her pussy, frigging herself while she moaned up at the four others, “Mmmmmm, yeah, come on me, come all over my face.” The four cocks were throbbing and the four guys were grunting as they approached their orgasms. “I need it, please,” she begged, “I need to feel all your hot come on my face.” She continued to finger-fuck herself as she whimpered for their come. Aang came first, shoving his dick into her face. “Hello. How are you doing?” He asked with a grin. “Really good, and yourself?” I replied. “Surviving, you know how it goes.”I couldn’t help but look down at his crotch, being that he’d dropped by so that I would suck him off. We talked for a bit, during which time I told him about my dinner plans. I also leaned forward and groped the long dick in his pants while he sat on the chair. Then I asked if he was willing to stay until I was finished and I even invited him to share my meal. That.