With that Billy ran upstairs and came down with the pills and the doll.In a halting voice he described the best he could how he felt wearingthe dress....He also told her how he got hold of the pills and what theywere. For a short while Sylvia did not say any thing but sat on thesofa #.She looked and saw her child crying and she reached a gentle armaround the shaking shoulders. She smoothed the long blonde hair backand thought on. She knew her child was suffering inside and she reallycould not. It creaked as his legs pulled in the extended part. His cheeks were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him.“See, Daddy,” I purred, flipping up my skirt. “I'm not wearing that nasty thong. I'm wearing a proper pair of panties.”“Daddy's girl,” he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him.What was wrong with my daddy?“Yep, I'm your good, little girl. I love being a daddy's girl.”“I can... see that.” He cleared his throat.. As she neared release again Sara begged Mike to pull out, "please take is out. I am going to go." Mike smiled and pounded harder. With a long, loud groan Mike pulled out his shit-covered cock.Sara was mortified. She started to apologize and cry but Liz sat down next to her and said, " It's ok sis. I will take care of this.". She took Mike in her mouth and began to clean him. Sara sat inches away amazed as her sister ate her shit off her husband's hard cock. Between strokes, Liz explained. ***** Parking my bike, I sat there waiting. For what I wasn’t sure but something told me to wait. In my lifetime, I’ve learned to listen to such things. I pulled a crumpled up pack of cigarettes out of my vest pocket and lit one. I’d been riding for an hour or so and the first cigarette is always the best. It gives you that lightheaded buzz. I’ve done all kinds of shit in my life but had left most of them behind. Cigarettes and beer were about my only vices of that nature left. Finishing my.