. I’m afraid you need to stop.”I grinned at her and asked: “Stop what?”She looked towards Triss’ lap where part of his cock still stuck out ...f his pants, slowly losing its erection. “Well, you know,” she said. “Stop ... doing that...”I was amused at her squeamishness and suddenly grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling her down to me and placing a kiss hard on her mouth. She tasted very sweet, almost like her lipstick was made from sugar, and had the sweetest smell about her too. Her skin was. "Both KM and I knew what was up; dear old dad was planning on some regular Friday night fucking. KM agreed to do it and sure enough the last pin had barely fallen before dad had KM in a motel room where he fucked her until it was time for her to get home. The next two Fridays were the same, but on the fourth night it was dad and Uncle Lou. The week after that it was dad, Uncles Lou, Wendell and Charley. Next, KM started taking the van so they could eliminate the motel and they were all fucking. I reached out and put my hand on mother's cunt. Felt the harsh hairs under my fingers and saw as I spread her legs with my free hand her pussy-lips! They drew all my attention to them. Pink in all this darkness. What a contrast! I let my finger draw a line along them and felt such softness I never felt before. The skin had an altogether different structure than anything I felt. Softer even than mother's tits. While I drew my finger along them for the second time they sort of spread open and my. We then headed for Mrs. Lynch's house for the weekly meeting Mother hadwith some of her most refined and beautiful friends. On the drive over we,of course, had some discussions about our new home beauty salon and whowould be able to be trained as a cosmetologist sissy to run it. We came tothe conclusion that we did not want a real woman in that position. Wewanted to be pampered and prettified by a sissy who knew her place as lessthan that of a real woman. It would be much more entertaining.