You texted me to stop. You asked a million questions about me. I was the whore ruining your perfect marriage. I was the whore making your husband choo...e jerking off for me over the phone instead of fucking your face. See, this is where the game changed. You started in on some points that I had been painfully aware of from the moment you met him. We don't look alike. You're a relatively petite, girl next door type. You're older than me by at least 7 years. You have a cute little mousey face.. But instead of wintercoats, there were little girl dresses hanging in The Wardrobe. Eventhough they were all too small for me, I still found myself admiringthem and wishing I could try them on.Then the voice came to me. Well, not actually a voice, but a sort of...thought. It was the same thought that had brought me to this warehouse,this crate, and this wardrobe. The thought was saying, I must moveforward. With my heart thumping with both fear and excitement, I movedsome of the dresses aside. If he is enjoying himself, he grabs my mother's tits and starts squeezing her tits saying, how your daughter's tight asshole is squeezing his cock so much his cock is hurting, I start kissing his asshole again making him so full of lust he rams his whole cock inside my sister's asshole making him scream with pain and pleasure, my sister screams so loud that even with music on, they can hear her screams down on the club, he holds his cock inside her asshole as he pumps his cum, my mother stands. He liked it and moaned. In turn, he dragged down the back of my boxer a little bit and grabbed my bare ass. He also began teasing and rubbing my crack and partially penetrating hole with the tip of his fingers.After joyfully alternating beer gulps with my lips, he finally took off his hand from my butt and placed it on top of my head, leading me to get down on him. I got the message. While dragging kisses over the fabric of his shirt, I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the sofa.