My nipples in your fingers and your pinching lightly,but enough to make me crazy… circling my nipples, you push my bra up and release them…raise m... blouse and start suck and licking them… kissing your way up to my neck… back to my mouth… your dick growing harder in my hand… i push your shorts down around your thighs and lower to my knees… one hand on your ass and the other holding tight to the base of your dick, i begin lick you, sucking just the head… running my tongue ring around and around…. You're saying it's up to me?" Of course! What kind of mother do you think I am?" It's not that mom, it's..." Well, what's it going to be? Will you do this for me? Or would yourather quit this dressing up thing of yours? And don't try to tell meyou've already quit, because that's would be a lie!"I had a hard time with the concept that mom actually wanted me to dressup as a girl, no matter what the reason. In the past she had alwaysfrowned on my dressing as a girl, usually telling me to. I have a 6 inch cock but when full the 2 lads must have been 10 inches easy and fat. Sue laid down and opened her legs waiting for one of them to enter, they looked at me i just nodded. the 1st one held his cock and flicked it up and down her crack wetting his end and slapping her clit with it, Sue was dripping. he slowly entered her pink lips i was looking down on her and watching it slide in with ease. the 2nd one was sat over her chest and he was tit fucking her huge 44dd's his cock was that. Her loss was assuaged to some degree by the letters he sent, addressed to her through their guardian.And she responded to those letters. The letters were forwarded to him by the people who administrated whatever mission he was assigned to at the time. When she went to college he was able to send his letters directly to her, but she still had to respond by routing her letters through the mission center, because many times he could collect his mail only every six months or so. She told him, over.