"Now!" I barked out loudly at Sally. "I want Henry here to see what your little titties really look like." Sally unclasped the tiny hooks at the back of her bra, and dropped it down onto the floor near her feet. The padding in the bra's cups was so thick that the bra still maintained its shape perfectly while lying on the floor. While I was looking down at the bra on the floor, I shook my head slowly and said, "Sally, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for trying to fool men by wearing a padded bra like that." "It's not like other women don't do it," Sally said defensively. "Yeah, but that still doesn't make it right. Now take your panties off!" I ordered, and Sally pulled her panties down and stepped out of the legs holes, leaving her crumpled-up panties on the floor, right next to her padded bra. "Okay. Now get up on that fucking sensual bed, get on your back, and spread your God damn legs apart, just like the little whore of a wife that you are!" "Like this, Daddy?" Sally asked, seamlessly switching to her soft, high-pitched, little-girl-voice, as she was doing exactly what I had just ordered her to do. "Yes, just like that, Sweetie," I praised her, abruptly changing my response to a more fatherly one. "Now can you 'put on a show' for me and Mr. Henry here? And don't take your hands off your peepee until I tell you to. Okay?" "Okay, Daddy," Sally replied, and then placed a hand on each side of her pussy crack and pulled it wide open to plainly display the tiny, circular opening that was her urethra, before asking, "Mr. Henry, do you like my peepee?" At this point I turned towards Henry to address him directly, and he asked me, "What's wrong with her? " as he massage was gesturing towards Sally. "Oh there's nothing to worry about. She does this shit because she knows it turns me on." "It turns me on too, Daddy," Sally chimed in. "Do you want me to show the nice, black man how I tinkle?" "Sally, would you please just shut up and play with your clit, like a good little girl?" "Sure, Daddy. Whatever erotic you interracial want," Sally replied in her little-girl voice, and then began masturbating herself in front of Henry and me. "Henry, I know you're gay, but would $1,000 cash be enough to make you change your mind asian about not having sex with my wife?" I asked, handing him over the cash, already assuming what his answer would be. "I'd love to take you up on your offer, Mr. Camden, except for one thing. I think your wife is beautiful and all, but she doesn't do anything for me in a sexual way. I'm not even hard desi right now. See?" She suddenly seemed so much larger than him. “Awesome! So, I knelt between the soft and warm thighs and entered her pussy slowly. And you?” Stella asked. A few minutes later, we were all in the hot tub, sipping drinks and laughing about nothing special. We are our sister's keepers. Feeling her naked body on mine was sensational, and just flat out sexually appealing as I thought of her not as asian my mom, but a sexy MILF. James let out a little groan of humiliation. Amit could not help but stroke her cheeks in admiration. Once inside, I massage could finally lower my hand in between my thighs and touch my red hot interracial pussy which had been screaming out for this since Sally had first arrived! “The name I was given when I came sensual into existence was Themis.” "Yesssssssssssss, Yesssssssssssss, Yesssssssssssss," and collapsed to the mattress, he rode her down and continued fucking her, she was back to her , "Un, un, un," when he whispered, "I'm going to cum in you now," as he released. Suddenly another body walks in the room. I’ll be back soon, I promise.’ Only this time she was wearing a sheer white nighty. “I bet she does,” my daughter said, a wild grin on her face. Her second erotic expedition of seduction ended in bewildered frustration. desi