" Ava paused, thinking, and started again, "Do you… If you want to…" She stammered, tripping on the words, trying to propose something but feeling...utterly nervous while doing so."Say it, baby girl. No need to hold anything back with me," I said, things starting to make sense for me, the realization of what I had done.Ava took a deep breath as if reuniting all the courage her little self could muster, and she went on, "Would you like to be with me? Like, for real?" She said while looking down,. It was impossible to refrain from more active enjoyment under such stimulants and we resumed our fucking. The action grew more fierce and furious, to the infinite satisfaction of libidinous Mamma, who joined our grand finale, which, ushered in by cries of agonized delight, ended in a death-like languor of exhausting desire.Dear Mamma was in such excess of pleasure as to bite through the pillow below her face. Fortunately for me, it was not my own shoulder, for I am certain her teeth would have. I thought it was so cute, this adorable beettop sissy, wiggling over the gun of hard tranny girfriend questioning. "Your shrinking violet....My pretty gay wallflower, is going out with mefor the night." Filly reported over the cell phone. Saying to therestless sitting, perched pansy pet: "Here, Auntie Irene wants to speakto you."The Fag-Hag of course. A devotee of the goddess of forbidden romance,the witchy on steroids old crone looked seventy if she was a day. Theoccult always did attract a. Her mom thought it was cute that I had acrush on Tammy and her legs. I agreed to go with Tammy to the movies,but then she surprised me with a question I kind of knew was coming butjust didn't expect it at the moment. She asked me about the pantiesshe'd given me. She wanted to know if I'd worn them since the day she'dasked me to. She didn't wait for a response. She started asking me ifthey'd been washed and if so, did I wash them by hand. "I'm sure youwouldn't have just thrown your panties in.