And then littleTimmy started humping! He gasped and wiggled and began thrusting his hipsin and out against Madge's stationary hand as he grunted and w...ithed tofinish the work she had started. "Mmmmm such a pretty little sissy boy,so exciting isn't it?" Madge giggled as Tim continued bucking and humpingagainst her hand as his pink pantied bottom wiggled and thrust and hispink nylon chiffon baby doll nightie swirled and swished. "Uuunngggghhhhh!" he gasped as he worked himself all to. “Did you think I forgot you just because this bigblack cock feels better than anything I’ve everfucked. Oh no. You get to feel it now. And whilehe’s fucking your ass you will lick my pussy.It’s still full of his cum juice.”I tried to back away but that damn floor lockwouldn’t let me move. The sheriff patted meon the ass as he moved behind me and I almostscreamed in terror. Alice moved down to the endof the bed and spread her legs. The sheriffpushed me forward. ”“Come on, dad,” she sighed. “I Googled wedding dresses. It’s all over the place.”My daughter then showed me what she was talking about. Even thought the coolly blonde Grace Kelly in no way looked like my dark-haired, dusky Nicky, I quickly saw what got her attention. Skin tight, form-fitting lace, a cummerbund (or whatever a female counterpart is) cinching her waist, a very fetching veil and a train that wasn’t half of what I was expecting. It was a striking, yes, sexy then as it is now.. ‘Naples?’ I shift, turning on my side and tuck my head under his chin. ‘You know, Naples, navel. Almost homonyms.’ ‘Hominy? Isn’t that that white corn like nasty stuff that your mother makes?’ I snicker and tap a finger against his lips. ‘Never mind.’ He wraps his arms around me and I can hear the beat of his heart in my ear. ‘I think we’re both wrong anyway. It’s a Native American myth I think. I can’t remember.’ I sling one leg over his and burrow my face into the humid warmth at the crook of.