No-one else will ever see them – not even you! But to continue, you have both exceeded every target I had for your performance in these last two day...s, and now you will be rewarded. The Count has a private island, some 20 minutes from Grenada in the West Indies. In a few minutes you will be taken to the airport, and flown, in the Count’s private jet, to his island. Although his house, which is the only one there, is extremely luxurious, there is one drawback in that no-one else lives on the. I watched from the foot of the bed as his cock began to deflate and retreat from inside my beautiful bride. Little rivulets of the cocktail of his semen and her juices began to seep out. Roger withdrew, kneeled between her legs, and spread her pussy lips. I came over to her side, and we both marveled at the absolute mess he’d made of her pussy. My wife took this in extremely good nature...or she was just too exhausted to protest... But after a minute or two, Kristal, getting up, said, “l need. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was not about to lose her. They needed to talk about it. He would stop by her room later tonight.Elizabeth was standing before him now.“Well?”“Well what?”“What do you think; this is the dress I bought for Sloan’s wedding.”It was a rusty colored dress with a matching jacket the same length as the dress.“Mom I love it. You two will out shine the bride.”“Well we definitely don’t want to do that, but we do want to look good. We picked fall. I had an idea you'd been doing this, my stockings have been out of shape and full of your hairs. And anyway you're way too hairy to be a convincing tranny. Noone is gonna want you looking like that!" But mummy I don't want to be a tranny. I'm obsessed with your beautiful legs and this was the only way I could get close to them, by wearing your stockings, touching my legs and imagining that im touching your legs." You really are a twisted sick little shit." It's your fault mummy, you're always.