We bothhelped each other with the back hooks of the garments.I said, "We are going to be ballerinas, I can't fucking believe it."Myself said to me, "O... Yea, look at this."Two white Matte hip trunk tutus's graded with tulle & chiffon over tiers ofdouble netting! This was the utmost of being female, a pancake tutu! They wenton like granny briefs, but did not go all the way up; the pancake style of thetutu rested on top of our hips making our asses and crotch stick out from thebottom, our pink. She looked down at the other girls who talked about MTV or boys. She got straight A's and would lecture the other girls how her superiority. She knew her father would never approve of this costume, it showed way more skin than she was ever allowed.The next costume went to Mathias, Reverend Jeremy's 19-year-old son. He was in his second year of college and was the cause of much turmoil in the household. Mathias didn't want to be a preacher like his father. He was into computers and enjoyed. I'm gonna fuck your tight little cunt. " Krysta smiled. No way would that cock fit in her tiny butt hole. Her wet pussy was another matter but worth trying. "Yes sir" she arched her back and put two sperm covered fingers in her trained ass. "More!" He demanded as he used the belt on her butt. "Owwww! You said." I lied" he grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed her hand in her butthole. He looked at her wrist and his cock's girth. Maybe he thought. Holding her hand in her ass. He guided the head. He was still pounding my pussy.Ben was starting to moan, “God mom, mom, I’m going to, oh fuck, I’m cumming mom, I’m cumming” I could feel Ben’s cock throbbing deep in my pussy, then the hot rush as his cum began pumping into my pussy, my vagina, my womb. I fell forward, Ben following me, lying over my back, his body still, his cock still pumping, more and more hot cum seemed to be splashing against my pussy walls. It felt like he had filled me with a quart of cum, he pulled out, immediately I.