This is my mother's wedding gown. I must admit I was most concerned over her reaction to our nuptials, but the simple fact of her bringing me this dre...s, allays all of my fears. She approves and so, without any doubts or reservations, do I." This is your mother's dress? But it fits you so perfectly ... are you ... well, I mean to say, I did not realize that you resemble your mother that closely." He stammered."I do not. In looks, I favor my father. My mother was taller, her shape more. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. "I'm yours, Daddy. I belong to you."As I said the final word, he moved his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind."Who owns you?" he asked."You do, Daddy. You own me."He pushed deeper into me. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood."Tell me what you need, little boy." I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you." Where were. That would solve any need to satisfy any urges for penetration. We could even practice swallowing such a fake whackerdo! Problem solved! I like watching girls swallowing looooong dildos. I could maybe do that if I was a born girl! I'd probably practice doing it! I'd add scenes of THAT to my profile here, too! I'd swallow them all the way down my throat to tickle my stomach walls! People would think, "My GOD, how can she DO that?!?!" Practice, my dear, practice! How do you get to. M. as Ray rolls out of his bed. He scratches his head as he yawns and makes his his way out of his room and down the hall to the bathroom. When he turns on the light he isn't surprised to find a bra and pair of panties in the middle of the floor. He steps over them to the toilet and takes a piss. Then he steps on the scale next to the tub. The digital display flashes 265 lbs., as an semi-pro wrestler Ray like to keep track of his weight. At 6' 5" his goal weight was 280 lbs. Looking once again.