"Susan's the oldest one of us. She's eighteen." And how old is this guy, Dan?" she asked."I think he's twenty-six or twenty-seven," I said."Dan, once ...he's past eighteen, she pretty much does what she wants. And the age difference..." she looked at me, then Cindy. "What WERE you thinking about the age difference., exactly?" She's got you there, son," Charlie laughed. "I can't defend you..." I can try, baby," Cindy said, patting my knee. "Susan's an only child. I know, ... was an only child,. I couldn’t make it out and then, as Morgan entered the room, naked as usual, I realized it wasn’t Morgan after all. “Hello, Sara. Welcome to our home.” Morgan beamed when I said “our” and Sara turned around to meet me. I could see subtle differences in their faces and figures. Of course, Morgan was six years older and had filled out a bit more. “Hello, Ryan, nice to meet you at last.” she said moving to shake hands. “Morgan has told me so much about you and all of it was good.”“Well,. I could hear my wife letting out little whimpers in the backseat. When I looked in the rearview again, I could see she had pulled her dress up enough to play with her pussy. The naughty woman had moved her panties off to the side and was fingering at her clit. She noticed me watching in the mirror and smiled at me.I smiled back."How long until we get to his hotel?" my wife asked. I checked my GPS, "about twenty-five minutes," I answered."I can't wait that long, Mark get back here NOW!" she. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum... I’m squirting, I can't stop. My whole body is shaking and I'm moaning like I've never moaned before. I squirted everywhere. Somehow my whole body is covered in my pussy juice, the whole room smells like dirty, filthy sex. I collapse onto the bed with my heart racing and breathing heavily, still thinking about my sissy slut. My filthy sissy whore. I already have an outfit laid out, she can dress herself and apply her own make up. She's trained well enough in.