They didn't make him feel like garbage for having a pair of balls. They made him feel good to be a man. I make Billy feel good to be a man, and that's...why I'm getting married. I WANT to be his loving house wife." I'm getting dizzy. This must be a nightmare. Yes that's what it is, a complete and utter nightmare. Or are you trying to get back at me for something? Was I such a bad mother that you would want to hurt me like this?" You were a wonderful mom and I love you very much. I don't want this. I’m going to redress you for the portrait, but without these beautiful lacy things you were wearing. A portrait is similar to the photos I took of you on your bed yesterday. The shot will be from here up,” he said as he placed his hand just below her breasts. The feel of his hand against her bare skin made her groan inwardly. In her mind she was calling out, “Touch me. Touch my breast!” David handed the white blouse to her and helped her button it up. It was a silky material and felt very good. And that was it. My heart raced. I was about to fuck this hot college boy. With his mother patiently waiting for us.Walking across the floor to the back room, I felt his ravenous eyes mauling my ass. I ached so bad I could hardly stand it.Through the curtain and a few steps around the corner – where the mattress in question was propped against the wall – I whipped around to face him. He was closing in, cologne melting me, his fingertips tickling my nipples through the flimsy fabric.‘You like. When he was done, he handed it over,so the heavier husband could do the same to him. That was followed byblush, various eye products, and then bright red lipstick, everythinggenerously applied. When they were done, both of them had overly-decorated faces, resembling clownish hookers. After a last check in themirror, they headed for the den, hand in hand as their brides required.When they got there the women were seated close together on the couch.Belle had a sports station on the TV and was.