Shahnaz's face was soon buried between her sister's sweet smelling junction of her thighs. She parted Nasim's curly wet hair and her fleshy broad cunt... lips to expose her pink pussy entrance. She ran her tongue along the slit making her sister lift her hips to her mouth. Nasim wanted to reciprocate and she seeked the opening of Shanu's dripping pussy covered with curly hair and smelling of intoxicating pussy juices.Nasim put her hands on Shahnaz's voluptuous ass and pulled his sister's cunt onto. One had silver hair and waved, "I am Crysta."The other girl had brownish blonde hair and she smiled, "Willow."I looked at my mother and she smirked, "they are cage dancers."I shook my head and finished dressing and put the equipment belt on, "make yourself at home girls."I headed for the door and went down to the ground level and through the show house. The street was busy but not like it was going to be in another day. I walked the streets and nodded to those I knew. I walked into the. I bet you wishyou had those panties on now."As soon as Chris heard the word panties his erection jumped to fullattention and the words, "YES I DO," jumped out of his mouth.With that the girls led Chris back to the ladies room. On the way one ofthe girls gleefully informed the others of the tent pole under Chris'sskirt and mercifully gave him one of her shopping bags to conceal thebulge. In the ladies room Chris hurried into one of the toilet stalls andput on the panties. He had great difficulty. "I am Mommy!"Owens has been quiet for a while. It didn't register with me until now. Iscan for him. He's in the hall with his hand to his mouth. He has a bulgein his pants. Tears are welling up. He's enthralled.What the hell is wrong with us?I snap my fingers. This has to stop. We've gone too far. We're in thewrong here. I will be the voice of reason: the voice of reason in adiaper, fuchsia rumba panties, a tiny skirt and a pink tank-top. Dammit!I tear the tank top over my head and pull down.