At that point Bert got up, walked over to Bev, “I’m gonna go over and jack off on Cheryl’s face, while you watch, sucking this guys cock. You ha...d better work fast, and make him cum in your mouth, and you’s better swallow every drop of his semen, slut.” Bert directed his now slut wife as he stood in front of Cheryl madly jerking his dick.Semen spurted from the tip of Bert’s cock splashing on Cheryl’s nose chin and adding to the loads already there.Cheryl held her eye’s shut as he finished. I justneed to sit down for a moment. Do you mind?"I stopped."I asked you a question. Would you wear other things if... you know, ifyou could?"I looked at her, not quite knowing what to say. "I don't know," I said."I just like the feel of them." I blushed again.She seemed to soften a little. "Because if it's something you feel youmust do, then you should do it," she said. She was looking at meintently.I turned away."Michael... you know I love you, don't you?" Yes..." Did you hear what I said? If. I kept my hand on her ass so she arched her body and pushed her hips towards me. Her hips were tighter and firmer than her breast, it seemed that my father has not been handling these. I moved my hand over cunt; it was clean and no hair on it. After few movement of hand on cunt, my finger found cunt lips. I moved finger along length of cunt lips. Touch of juice on cunt lips and touch of cunt petals were giving most exciting pleasure.While my mouth was sucking both breasts one by one, my fingers. Cassandra flinched and let out a muffled yelp. Mr Henrys reinserted his finger, much to Cassandra’s appreciation.“Well slut, who owns this cunt?” This time Mr Philips relaxed his grip and allowed Casey to surface“My cunt is the property of Birchly hall sir,” she answered.“Ha! She’s not daft our slut,” he said affectionately. Cassandra took Mr Philip’s head into her mouth once more as she felt Mr Henrys shift behind her. She felt the tip of his shaft rest on her sopping wet lips, a large hand.