We’re not supposed to think in terms of social class these days, but you represent, to me, all sorts of things that put you out of my reach. You’r...e elegant, and dress well – I suppose, expensively – your make-up is always perfect, like your hair. It’s, well, intimidating.”We walked on for quite a while until I became aware that she was shaking, and a little of the movement was transmitted through her hand. I glanced at her to see she was laughing, though she was trying to suppress. “It will be a little tight, but you can wash all of us. Don’t you feel lucky?”“Aren’t you just a little dynamo force of nature? Why do you think that I’d be interested in that?”“Because you think young teenaged girls are hot, proved by that long, pointy thing sticking out of your groin. You love every one of us. Lastly, though it’s not in any way the last argument proving my point that I could make, it’s one of the most telling: You’d love to fuck all of us in the shower. You know, Dad, we’re. Such was my orgasm that I rolled off of Beth onto my back to get my thoughts together and let the memory of that orgasm linger in my mind, daydreaming, ‘For such a proper public lady my baby is so hot, and if you’ll excuse the expression a great fuck…Wow. Beth is so beautiful and sexy both ways that I can hardly stand it. I can hardly wait for tomorrow and our turkey dinner, a meal we will make together…….’ My after-orgasm daydream allowed Beth her opening to see if she could get me hard again. She walked up to the pile of lingerie. She sighed – there were so many options, she didn’t know what to choose! After a considerably amount of deliberation, she picked up a shiny silver bra, which dazzled in the light. It was two sizes small – just like she wanted. She somehow stuffed her big tits into that small garment, so that now they were being squeezed together. After having done the clasp at the back, she held her breasts and kneaded them together, for a better fit. Then she rummaged.