Now it was hurting a bit. Itold her to only go to that point and not to try to getmore. Again, she tried. “You like this, don’t you,”... shewhispered to me in her purring voice. Before I couldrespond, she brought the strap-on back and startedthrusting it in and out fast. This hurt quite a bit. Itried to tell her to stop, but she kept going, and thedevil within her lit up her eyes with her twisteddesire. I cried out with each thrust, and she startedyelling unnatural things at me.. I would just spurt all that cum. Natasha’s lips nibbled on my bud. Wendy’s mouth bobbed up and down my shaft.They were amazing. “Switch!”The first lady slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. Drool ran down her chin. Her daughter’s head popped up, smeared in my pussy cream. The daughter sucked my dick into her mouth with hunger while the mother went low.My balls rested on her forehead as she attacked my pussy. She licked at me. Lapped. Her tongue swept through my folds. The pleasure flared. “I bet you really want to wear these, don’t you, sissy?”Blushing in shame I said, “Yes, please, Miss.” She took my boy clothes and handed me the ruffled panties. With shaking hands I took them. She told me to put them on. I stepped into them and pulled them up my legs and into place. She told me to pull up my dress so she could check them. She ran her fingers around the leg bands and waist. She told me to put my dress back down. When I did she laughed at me and said, “Oh my, your dress is so. ’ ‘Best friend, eh? Would you like her to stay over one night? I’ll ask her Mom if you do.’ ‘Could I, Daddy?’ I’d obviously pleased my daughter with that. Almost thirteen now, she was beginning to remind me painfully of my dead wife. ‘Friday?’ ‘Friday would be great, Daddy.’ ‘Sailing Saturday?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ Judy said, then paused. ‘Could Annie come, too?’ ‘Of course. Tell you what, pumpkin, if I see Mrs Johnson in the morning, I’ll ask her about Friday and about the sailing, too. Okay?’ ‘Great!’.