Why David, your clothes are filthy!

"Looks like everyone's gettin' syrup'd today. Haha, c'mon boy, can't have ya trailin' Miss Butterworth all over the house!" Kelly chuckled as the large in many ways woman grabbed him by the sleeve and led him to the basement door.

"Yup, that's a LOT of syrup! Here, David, I'll help!" Lin said, looking like a fox in the hen house. Her lovely breasts swung around as she approached. She had her hands already primed to begin removing David's clothes.

"Lin cut it out!" Milly said, standing in front of David with her arms outstretched like a goalie, her round little butt facing him.

"Outta the way, Milly." Lin hissed in annoyance, pinching one of her small nipples hard enough to make her fold instantly and be manipulated aside going "Ow, ow, OW!!!"

"Lin, seriously." Laylah said, placing a hand on Lin's bare shoulder. "GHEEEH!" Laylah exclaimed through gritted teeth, as Lin quickly pinched her much larger nipple causing Laylah to move aside just like Milly.

Such stalwart defenders...

David's vision suddenly blurred with black fabric, his shirt being pulled over his head by the surprisingly strong Kelly. In that time David also felt hands at his button and zipper, undoing them and lowering them down to leave him in just his blue boxer briefs as Kelly lifted him up off the ground so her daughter could get the jeans off his ankles. David could feel Kelly's immense breasts squish against his back as she lifted.

The shirt came of fully from his head and David stood there in his underwear, bewildered and flustered.