Do you remember I washed him once, just because you had carried him everywhere for years, and he was dirty and smelled bad? And because I put him in t...e washing machine a part of him ripped and some of the stuffing came out? You cried and cried and said, "Fix him, Mommy. Fix Mr. Fluffy!"? I had to sew him back together, remember? I feel like Mr. Fluffy right now, all soft and insubstantial inside.But I can't tell you that."I guess it's time to go," he said. He was looking at the tops of his. Sarah gasped and wrapped her arm around the much bigger woman’s head and clutched her to her. “Suck me, you lesbian bitch! You think you know so much about sex, well be my bitch tonight! Suck me you bald cunt!” My jaw dropped. Sweet little church girl Sarah, the one I would have sworn would not have cursed had she struck her finger with a sledge hammer was swearing like a sailor and using her body in ways that no Biblical harlot or other woman ever dreamed of doing! Sarah suddenly lifted. “I haven’t seen that nightie in awhile, hunny.” I said with a slight grin.“I found it the other day in a box of old stuff and remembered how much I love it. I know, it’s too small huh?” She replied.“Um, yeah you could say that but if you like it I guess it’s only us so it’s not a big deal.” I tried to hide how much I really liked her in that nightie.“It reminds me of when I was younger,” she said with a sigh. “I love you, daddy,” she then whispered and seemed content.After awhile her right hand. As we kissed she nibbled my lip and my cock slowly stopped shrinking and began to fill her up once more. I moaned quietly and she asked me if I was enjoying myself. I murmured my ascent and she smiled. “We don’t fuck enough.” She whispered as I began a slow thrust in and out of her. “We have sex every so often but I don’t think we’ve ‘fucked’ like this in years. Raw carnal need and pleasure.”We rolled over on the sheets so she could ride me as she spoke. I wasn’t sure where she was going with.