- Wigs of different colors and shapes.- I make up quite successfully.I dress like a real one so I can't be recognized for having a dick in my silk pan...ies. I go out at night, I walk the streets. It's exciting when I meet a man, especially if he turns after me.I get very excited when a strong wind blows and lifts my dress (or skirt). I always wear ones made of light fabric.Several times men tried to take me down, but they never realized that I was not a real woman.My first time with a man:It was. But he continued, “I’m interested in elder people” saying so, he lowered himself and took something from under the bed. It was a black bra. He’s a fetish now. He’s been shagging with that bra. I thought he took that by mistake, because I wore a red bra that day. I told him that it wasn’t my bra. I was awestruck by his reply, he told that he it was mom’s. Yes!! Our mom’s bra. Now I understood when he said that he’s interested in elder women, he meant our mom. She’s around my height and little on. She was alone and homeless. There was no going back to Woolsthorpe as it would remain under quarantine for many more months to come. And even when it was possible to return, she wasn't sure she'd want to live again in the tied cottage her family shared with two lodgers that was the only home she'd ever known.The next few weeks were desperate for Eugenie. To begin with, she slept in the shelter of the woods near her village and then, when it began to rain, in whatever shelter she could find in. “No matter how many dicks go into her, that cunts go back to its normal size after a few hours,” Claire said.“Oh! She’s got her mother’s quality,” my father said as he was pumping his dick in and out of my pussy. I was now weeping but my father ignored my emotions. I saw a shadow walking towards me and I could tell that it was a lady.I turned my head to look who she was and I got the 3rd surprise of the day. It was my own mother, standing naked and she was now kissing my father. “Look, Sarah..