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I blinked. Masterwork Craft? To be continued... Wendy-Slut Wendy has been feeling much more confident of late. The more Wendy public focuses on keeping herself fit and looking good the more attention she has been receiving from young men especially. Wendy has settled into a routine where she has a shower each morning, making sure that she is clean shaven and welcoming for any chance encounters that might present themselves. Wendy has developed a wish list on a website where her admirers can send her gifts. It is a huge tits thrill for her, being the object of their desire. Wearing the clothes they buy her, using the toys they send. Most mornings Wendy spent a short time exploring her inner slut. It was when her husband left on business that she could really let the shackles off. Getting fully into character her routine was the enabler, washing off the well behaved wife and preparing the lithe body of a slut wife. It was one such morning, with her husband already away on business that a number of packages arrived for Wendy. She placed the unopened packages on her bed and went to the en-suite to take a shower. Wendy took her time enjoying the way the water played over her ripe breasts, the silky smoothness of a new shower gel she was using. Her hands glided easily over her frame, as did the razor. Nothing really for it to remove but that was always the way, her routine was no fuss, she rarely missed a day. Since there were gifts Wendy spent a little extra time styling her hair, plenty of hair product, almost like stepping out of the salon. Wrapped in her dressing gown, Wendy walked slowly towards the bed, wondering what lay inside the plainly wrapped parcels. Wendy chose the smallest parcel first, it was soft and as she ripped open the plastic covering the content was revealed. A lingerie set in the exact blue color she had requested, the bottoms were tiny with the triangle barely blow job covering her lips. The material clung to her and the stretched waistband lifted up over her hips accentuating her curves. Trying on the bra, the size was perfect but the quarter cup balcony left her ripe breasts exposed. Wendy looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection was almost the image of the model on the packaging. Wendy had bigger nipples and aureole than the model about which most of the young men she had encountered were most enthusiastic. Next the box shaped parcel. As Wendy opened it she knew immediately it was shoes. They were a matt black, a 1.5 inch platform with 6 inch fuck heels. Wendy lay back on the bed, slowly slipping each foot into their fresh new shoe. As Wendy rose to her feet she was slightly unsteady. Taking her MILF time she took a few steps across the room turning and making her way back towards the bed. Again Wendy caught a lingering look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked like she needed a good hard fucking. The heels made Wendy's ass and tits more pronounced. She couldn't be more than eighteen, and wore a bright smile on her face. ‘Okay.’ she whispered. "Well i dont, but im that nice for my big brother" her reply made me smile. "Susie taught me everything I know," Trish proudly announced, as she felt John's penis quickly fuck softening up, and shrinking inside of her vagina. Even videos of a man’s cock sticking through a glory hole or down through a hole in a massage table with a girl sucking on it were shown. “Absolutely! The two dogs studied her intently, silently appraising their prey, as one padded round huge tits behind her and sniffed at her ass. As Faltia tenderly cleaned my outturned rectum, I dipped my head down, and like a kitten with warm cream, I lapped up Furia’s delicious seed. I felt a hand on my arm guiding me toward a seat in the public cabin. She called me Charlene... and when she said it she blow job smiled at me. It MILF was the first time she had done that. That's when I realized I didn't even know her name, and she didn't know mine. A virgin. And I was going to get into the drawers upstairs and rub myself with Mrs. Morgan's panties! Besides the fact that what Candice said about having a dick shoved up her ass. “Why did you do that?!” I screamed, heaving panicked breaths. She sticks two slick fingers inside me, opening me up for her.