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The smell of coffee and bacon was missy’s alarm clock and she would come padding out to the kitchen carrying her towel, which she placed beneath her...always naked ass when she sat on the bench seat on one side of the table.After breakfast, she nervously said to William, “I have a couple of questions.”He looked up at her from his plate of eggs and said, “Shoot.’“You said I was going to be punished by a machine today,” she began. “What is it going to do to me?”He held his fork in the air as he. “Now,” I said, but it wasn’t really necessary. All six of us were erupting. I felt her gulp as I spurted deep in her throat. My knees grew weak as the pleasure washed over me. I was focused so much on orchestrating the event, I didn’t realize how turned on I was. Seeing my beautiful, sexy, loving wife—a goddess I truly worshipped—like this, having her fantasy fulfilled, was like no other feeling I’d ever had.Louis shot as far as my belly, with stripes painting from her chin to her breasts. Carl. Tiffany and I went into the bathroom to quick clean up.…Mom….….I came in the house and I could hear the girls in the bathroom giggling. I smelled pussy. I wondered what they had been up to. stepdad came in…..I smelled pussy on him. Well…that answered that question. That smell gave he a hot shot in my own pussy. After dinner the girls were going to take a shower. Now was my chance to get Tiffany alone. We had two showers. I got Tiffany aside and ask her if she would help me with my sore arms and. My heart was pounding. Now or Never. "Do you remember what happened when we went camping?" I said. "You mean the naked standing to attention" he replied. I laughed. Michael commented that he often thought about it and that he was disappointed that nothing more had happened.There was a slight pause as I looked around the lovely room. On the far wall there was a full length, ornate, mirror. I walked over to look at it and was standing facing it. I could see my full reflection and Michael walking.
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