My cock throbbed in Le Petit Gateau’s hand before she released it from her grip and bent down to kiss MissRach taking her flushed face in her hands ...as she did. MissRach’s hand sliding down between her legs as she moaned into their kiss. My cock was throbbing and leaking, needing to to touched and i tried to talk but no sound would come to my increased frustration. The ladies broke their kiss and and Le Petit Gateau spoke into my head once more. “I want you to fuck MissRach with your tongue. You would live with your mum, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Then stay with your dad Friday, Saturday and Sunday.Your mum moves to a small cul de sac in Orlando, her friends lived there so she moved in there, you liked it because two of your friends lived there with their mums, the cul de sac was also known as divorced widdoes because only women who had been widowed or divorced lived there, basically loads of hot single MILFs.As it was alway warm there you and your neighbors would. I feel his cock again, against my belly. he turns me towards the mirror.“Put your hands on the granite counter Michele.”“Yes SIr,” I reply as I bend and place my hands on the cool surface.I hear the rattle of his belt, as he removes it from the loops of his trousers. A chill runs down my spine. He uses his feet to spread my legs. I look up at his face through the mirror. He’s folded his leather belt in half.“Did I do something wrong Sir?”“No Michele, I just can’t see your soft ass and not want. The lotion made him tingle and after 5 minutes he rinsed and to his amazement...all the hair he could see seemed to wash down the drain. He towel dried and sprinkled the shower to shower body powder over his body and quickly walked to the bed and started to dress, he was shaking like a leaf. The hard part was to do the tuck that she demanded, it was uncomfortable but his did it anyway, and slid the dress up over everything, and did up the zipper. The dress was very tight fitting, and fit him.