"And that's it," Abby said as she grabbed both of Mark's feet andbrought the heels together. They clicked with a loud clicking soundbefore she took ea...h of his hands to stand him in front of her."How do you feel?" Abby said."I'm not sure," Mark noted but wanting to say something he added, "A bitlike a sissy I guess." That's because you still look like a boy. Albeit a very pretty boy, butdefinitely a boy and that makes you definitely a sissy. Mommy is goingto change that honey so keep your eyes. His lips and tongue brush along her tight, puckered hole, but continue past it.As he works his way down, the sweet aroma of her juices grabs hold of his nose. Her wetness is apparent too. Her inner thighs are slick with her juices and not wanting to hesitate, he keeps kissing along her thighs. His licks get a little longer as he tries to savor every bit that he can. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her hot flesh is overwhelmingly intoxicating.Fred turns back, working his way back up toward the. With that, she smoothly raised her hips, moved my cock a little and slid down on it in one quick motion. ‘Awwwwww!’ we sighed in unison as she slowly began moving up and down on my dick. It had never felt this warm and wet, it seemed as she continued an easy rhythm of motion. She leaned back and moved her hands onto the top of my legs, arching her back and providing a terrific view of her tummy and tits. I reached out and grabbed her hips and gently rocked her side to side as she continued her. ¬ ‘I didn’t get to wear it anywhere.’ I frowned at him. ‘You’re the one that wanted to stay in and cook me dinner tonight.’ ‘True,’ Kevin agreed. ‘But I couldn’t possibly let my wife out of the house without any underwear on, could I?’ He was holding up the thong I was once wearing. My mouth dropped and I looked down to see if I could figure out how he had managed to remove my thong without me knowing but the dress was in the way. I looked back up at him. He was balling up the thong in his hand.