.I felt for the bottom of her bathing suit. The material was nylon, which did not rip or tear. I found the seam at the bottom of her suit. With an aud...ble manly grunt, I summoned all my considerable strength: the material gave way. Pushing my cock out from the Speedos, my now ten inch babymaker went smoothly down the long dark chamber, headed to the heaven of my mother's innermost depths. What a contrast from the cold water of the lake! It felt so warm, so welcoming, so right. I felt at home,. While she didn’t fully trust her stepdaughter and rival, Gloria desperately wanted to make Jay’s Father’s Day experience the best that it could be. She was about to do just that, albeit in a way that not even she imagined, and it was all due to Claire ... well, most of it, anyway.Gloria felt ridiculous, slipping off quietly (as much as she could) to put on that absurd clown outfit, but she did it for Jay, especially as much as he had done so much for her pride with his earlier talk of dreams. Knowing that I was alone in the house, I grabbed the photo and dashed off to my bedroom. My friend’s sister was in school, my friend was away on his internship and Ma’am was away shopping in the city. I took off my clothes at a slow pace, knowing that I had ample time to finish up before anyone arrived, and put on a generous amount of lube on my cock and balls. I got on the recliner and stroked slowly from base to tip, while I gazed into the photo poised on my right hand while my left hand was. Mrs. Townsend oohed and aahed, emittinglittle cries of delight and admiration as the dress was fed overDavid's head, carefully so as not to disturb the perfection of thework of art that was his head and face.Laura fastened it at the back and side, asking anxiously of MrsTownsend whether she thought it would be suitable. "It is far toodressy for morning wear normally," she agonised. "But Sophie needs,we all need, to look at our very best, and Grace de Messembryalways expects us to put on our.