‘I don’t think you ever even told me her name.’ ‘If I start down that road, I don’t think we’ll ever get to the good part.’ I say. Then ...ou do look at me, flash me that smile. ‘If we don’t get to it,’ you say, ‘no charge. Come back tomorrow or whenever and we’ll do it right.’ ‘You’re something else.’ ‘I’m saying, she must have been something else.’ ‘She was.’ God, but she was. I talk about the stupid things, about how much I loved being broke with her. Loved the summer when beer and cigarettes. She looked down at me, her large breasts swayed seductively as she said, “from this angle you look just like your Dad.”She is 46, I’m 26 and for the last 22 years I had called her Mom. Dad shacked up with her for about 6 months when I was 4 and then he simply vanished from our lives leaving a note that “Larry will better off without me.” I was too young to understand and Jill became my mother, not by law, marriage, or biology. She simply took over as my Mom and was always there for me with. Let it be a surprise.”I sighed, loving my wife more, if that was even possible, with every passing moment. I leaned in to kiss her and she held me there as I felt hands separate my ass cheeks and then a warm wet tongue slithered up and down my crack and all around my anus. I love getting rimmed and whoever was back there was no stranger to this kink. Around and around the tongue danced, dipping in and out, circling around and around my sensitive little man-pussy.Whoever was back there had. Following this Emma and Sarah both brushed Billie's hair a hundred or so times. "Billie you are our little doll and enjoy being treated like one. You will never complain at being made up and remade up until we are happy." Yes mummy," replied Billie."Good. Now we will dress you. Inside the wardrobes you have hundreds of outfits all matching mine. Something skimpy I think. Yes here it is."Emma dressed the child in a tiny red see through baby doll. The rim was made of red wool and barely covered.