After a shower, we went together to another room, which had several fixators. Our wives were so drunk that they didn't even understand anything. Marie... was fixed in a device similar to a gynecological chair. my wife Natasha was on her knees in a cancer pose with her butt raised, arms and legs tied to a device that looked like a small table. They put Yelza on a soft chair, tied her arms and legs to the chair legs. All three were blindfolded, so they could not see anything, and invited us not to. The soiled, dirty feeling of exhaustion had been washed away by her shower. Now she just felt languidly tired, reluctant to move, unable to hurry. She made it to the car and got in. The engine turned over with its usual sick grinding sound, then sputtered to life. Before pulling away from the curb, Judy tapped the gas gauge. She was relieved to see the needle wiggle in response. That meant there was at last a quarter of a tank left.By the time she reached the Shein house, Judy's stomach was. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, gently touching the perfectly trimmed hair framing the perfect lips that were going receive my aching manhood for the first time. ‘Yes, she hissed.’ She put her hands above her head resting them on the pillow and gently moved her head back and forth with pleasure as she concentrated on the pleasure of the moment. She watched me as I kissed and nibbled her swollen cunt lips and teasing her erect clitoris until she started to cry with pleasure holding my. His hands clasped my waist from behind and as the fine spray turned to a hard pulsing stream I heard him chuckle. He guided my body to where the forceful stream of warmth hit my mound just above my still swollen clit. I gasped and felt my knees part to allow the bead of water to hit it directly. The sensation caused me to spontaneously jump back a couple of inches – right into Daddy’s waiting embrace. I felt his arms slide around me, his hands cupping my tits as his lips pressed to the nape of.