She evenpicked out a white petticoat with a silky nylon bodice, holding up theplastic hangar as she examined the fullness of the fluffy chiffonskirts....She filled a plastic shopping basket with girls' tops, somelacy anklet socks, and a few pairs of ribbed, pastel-coloured tights. Apretty teenage salesgirl in a red shirt and a tiny pair of denim shortsbounced over and asked Aunty, "Can I help you, Ma'am?" I saw her breastpocket bore the store logo - 'Toddlers to Teens.'"Not right now thanks," my. ‘That’s the way that I want to die when I die. I want to die with three beautiful, buxom, big boob blonde bombshells in bed with me. Wow! I’d die happy and with a big smile on my face. What a way to go.’ ‘You die like that and Saint Peter won’t allow you in Heaven,’ said Vito shaking his head and making the sign of the cross. ‘Won’t allow me in Heaven? Are you kidding me? Saint Peter is a man or once was a man, that is, before he became an Angel. He’d understand when he asked me the question. I'll drop by the Torture Boutique tomorrow to pick up everything we'll need." Oh, don't worry about that," Kathy offered. "Grand Dad gave me a thousand dollar gift certificate when he brought the new dildos," she waved her hand toward the line of gleaming chrome riding machines, "and that should be more than enough."And I'm sure Christi would just love to come with me," she winked at the pretty brunette who still dangled by her wrists with big lead sinkers weighing heavily on her nipples.. Oh well, their loss. Someone else's gain."Heather had noticed her son staring at her all night. Maybe it was wrong but at that moment she didn't care. There was so much pent up inside. She needed something"What are you doing mom?"She crawled on all fours towards him with her ass in the air. Her hands ran down the crotch of his pants before quickly unbuttoning them and releasing his thick 8 inch cock.Heather smiled big, looking up at her son, "You have quite a large member hun. Mmm. You want.