She came and waited along side me. She was around my height of 5’6” but even slimmer. I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s moth...r?”“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as Brads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me you’d moved into 504.”“Oh Mrs Jones! Yes, that was most kind of you;So sorry I’ve not had time to thank. Meanwhile, our dad had gone back to blowing the Dad's fake dick, getting it as slick and wet as my ass.Dad pushed my brother and father out of the way and got back behind me. With her dick and my ass nice and wet, she was able to push the head of that plastic penis between my ass cheeks and on up inside me. It was a slow and slightly painful experience, but Dad was unremitting, pushing into me, tearing my ass open, readying me for a lifetime of submission.Pretty soon, it started to feel really. You can't keep a secret in a small town."Apparently our open lifestyle and penchant for threesomes was was common knowledge around town."Let me just tell you that you aren;t the only ones that like to have a little hanky panky." Just hearing her use the term 'hanky panky' turned me on, as it seemed to show that she had a few years on us.She revealed that her and Tony have gone to Las Vegas every Spring for the last twenty years, as part of an underground swingers club. As we sat there in awe. He literally shook with anticipation.And his choked-off sissy cock was pulsing angrily. Begging for relief.Simon began by strapping the silk garter belt around his waist. Thencarefully rolled his new silk stockings into donuts and slithered themup his silky smooth legs. This time, although his fingers shookuncontrollably, he had little difficulty fastening the eight garters.As Melissa held open his sissy panties and settled them about his loins,he realized they were not your run-of-the-mill.