Her heavy tits jiggled, and shook violently. The camera angle changed and she was face to face with her own pussy. The man had finished inside of her,...and contributed to the other loads already inside of her. Her pussy was a white, creamy mess. “You fucking slut…” she whispered to herself. She continued to submerge herself into her fantasy of exposing herself to her son through the phone. She could start with a couple of pics, then a video or two, then he would storm upstairs, and fuck her like. ..The scrambled, knotted ropes of our separate sexual and emotional liveswere becoming untied and ready to be bound together...it was frighteningto be honest. I mean, I thought I was a straight guy with a part-timesissy kink a few months ago and now I'm.....I'm eagerly taking Daddy'scum inside me, my body streaked with his belt marks, wearing denim high-heel ankle boots and a girls' jean jacket and nothing else except my cageand the most girly femme nipple and belly button piercings and. She had toned itdown considerably yet still managed to make me look very feminine andquite pretty.My self-study was brought to an end by Vanya saying, "When you'vefinished admiring yourself I'll still be waiting here to help youdress." The sarcasm was strongly offset by the love and compassion inher voice. She pulled a wide rubber suspender belt around my waist andhips, doing up the clips behind me then, opening a pack of stockings,passed the filmy black nylons to me and told me to put them on.. Oh, sorry, I've forgotten your name." Brian." Mark could stay with Brian. He has a tent to himself."Faye whispered in her ear. "Why don't you stay with Brian? I've got a thing for Mark. And Brian is a cute boy."Faye turned to Brian. She was anything but shy. "Brian, dear, why don't you give Mark and I your tent and you stay with Maggie? She won't mind."Maggie hadn't said that she wouldn't mind -- but she wouldn't. The thought of having an attractive man near her, even without sex, appealed to.