The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two Hardcore years older than shaved her, but amateur I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panties. I trembled as I left the master bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing. I glanced at what I'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little indian lower cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds. I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I hadn't worn in years. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off. It was far more than I usually revealed. But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed. “I bet this will keep the boys focusing today,” I told myself while I pussyfucking stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. Kitty was in there and said holy shit Master she took the whole thing, I said yea but it was all she had to do it. pussyfucking Where did you get it from?” There…I did it. “Shit, we're going to flood her.” A lot of sperm. "Cum for me!" shaved She wouldn't touch herself. I just chuckled, I didn't care. I moved lower, chasing her underwear, nuzzling closer and closer to her pussy. Spinning round she saw a pretty Hardcore girl indian of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there. I wished I took off my panties so there were no visible lines. No Mom, I don't think I'll ever forget you... I laugh. I amateur walked back to the living area to dress. Little girls don’t get as wet like that either. The room was warm and both Michael and Ms. Davies had begun to perspire.