He was a big black man, about 30, who was devoted to my parents. I didn't know why. I did know he was gay or bi, because I had seen him fucking my fat...er in the ass one night while my father was in full drag. He had refused to go to New York when my father left despite my father's pleas.First came my mother's gorgeous legs, showing a lot of thigh and stretched stocking top. She had a glass of champagne in her hand. She turned and helped Jennifer out. Jennifer was transformed. She was dressed in. ‘Mark, come and sit here. Please. I hate talking to you across a barrier, let’s just chat face-to-face.’ He looked extremely surprised but, smiling, he replied, ‘As you command, my lady’, then perched himself nervously on the settee, a good six inches from me. He soon relaxed into his usual report, and by the end of our time together, his body was angled towards mine, his arm resting comfortably along the back of the seat, his hand inches from my shoulder length auburn hair. At our next meeting. James reacted quickly. He grabbed his stepmother by her hips and pulled her to him. Her ass bumped against his raging hard on, causing it to lurch involuntarily against her hard body. Mai felt his cock as it moved against her hips. "Control yourself," she thought. "It's not like he's doing it on purpose." She wiggled out of his grip and felt the hardness of his penis against her back as she slithered to the floor.Mai's face felt like it was on fire as she turned and gasped. His throbbing cock. She was sitting at a small table not far from the new booths, reading a book. Vivian was garbed in more traditional latex nun attire, her rubbery veil and long, glossy latex robe covering most of her body in shiny black. She noticed them approaching and quickly folded the page of her book before closing it.“Good morning, Vivian” Jessica offered with a wave of her crop.“Good morning, Mistress Superior” she replied with a slight bow.“I hate pulling you away from the farm, since you seemed to be.