Two pair of white tights (to hide the hair)were topped with a delicious set of black fishnet stockings. A matchingthong slipped over it all, just for ...he look. A c-cup bra was stuffedwith the water balloons I had prepped earlier.Now back to the bathroom for my makeup. With three girls living here, Ihad plenty of makeup to practice with when they are gone to school, butfor tonight I had purchased my own set. I wanted to be done up trashy,and theirs doesn't let me do that. I regularly thin my. His murmured words. Telling my how sexy I was, how great my ass felt on his cock. I lay there on my side. Feeling the enormous cock driving in and out of my bottom. Wishing it would stop. Powerless to stop him.It didn't stop. He'd already shot his load into my mouth earlier and his pill was keeping him hard. It seemed that when he'd told me he wanted to fuck me all day he meant it.I still lay there. He stayed above me fucking in and out of my ass with his huge meat. According to the bedside. I pulled her closer to me. I could feel her breasts pushing against my punding chest. I slipped my tongue into mom's mouth and she easily allowed me in. I sighed. Mom sighed. We kissed harder, deeper. Our tongues danced around each other's in a lover's tango. I rubbed her back with my hand as we kissed. Mom threw her arms around me and held me tightly, never wanting to let me go. My hands slipped down her back, still kissing passionately.If one has never kissed their mother as a lover, than it. In cyberspace, my feminine side can come out. In my dream, one question was "What type of picture would I give for others to remember me? Well, the picture I saw was that of a young woman dressed in a white ballerina outfit and white tights. My head is tilted to the right in a soft pose. I have a silk sarong wrapped around my waist, it covers my butt. Finally, I am sitting with pink pointe shoes touching each other, and my hands holding on to the tip of my pointe shoes.One another thing, in my.