The only thing I was uneasy about was I was about to fuck Arlene's father. I wondered if I could ever look her in the face again."Holly says you like ...o be ate. Is that true, Becky? You do know you can never tell Arlene that I fucked you. That would be too disruptive to our family."I thought, Sure... I did get bold and placed my hand on the front of his pants. He certainly was hard. I guess I did turn him on. I started rubbing it."Would you like to suck on it, Becky?"Without saying anything, I. " All right, you're on. Wear this. Oh, and do you have..." He flipped through the pages, "yes! And these stockings, and this pair of high heels."Jane simply nodded and went to the bedroom.And when she came out, shaking slightly, wearing exactly what was requested - her large breasts barely contained by the black lacy bra, the back of the panties ridding up snug between her buns - Ted was so shocked he could have been knocked over with a feather."Come here," he said in a hoarse whisper.Jane. Not long after I had finished dressing, a footman arrived at my door to escort me to the banquet. He took in what I was wearing and then looked at my face. My grim expression clearly discouraged any questions or comments, so he turned and led the way along the palace corridors.The banqueting hall was like something out of a movie scene. Three long tables filled the hall. One table crossed the width of the room and two were at right angles to it. The cross-wise table was smaller than the other. She could feel the heat swell between his legs as he becomes increasingly warm and wet and she wanted to explore his still female body.Her fingers opened the lips of his vulva and began to stroke his clit, rubbing the sensitive tip back and forth, going deeper inside with each movement. Soon, he was feeling the ache in his belly grow, and as his body tightened, he opened his legs and she thrust her fingers deep inside while rubbing his swollen organ."Oh, ah!" He gasped and wanted her so badly.
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