Mother worked in the fashion industry so back in the 1950s/60s/70s when there were still the classical fashions being worn daily, she was always immac...late.As I got older, I started to wear her clothes and then one day, my sister, who was supposed to be out, walked in and caught me dressed in a lovely tight skirt of mothers, tan stockings and black t-bar heels, laid back, wanking myself. I had somehow worked out that tying my ankles together and then tying the cord round my balls meant that I. She slid down my shorts, and my dick popped out. She smiled and kissed it. She spat on it and spread it evenly, and started to suck it. Slowly at first, bt later, she started sucking it as if she was thirsty as hell ! I could feel the suction. As I was about to cum, I withdrew.I picked her up in my arms, and threw her on my sofa. I went straight inside her skirt, and tried to remove the underwear. Finding it difficult to do, and having lack of patience, I tore her undie, and started licking her. I mean, she's not just all big tits, bubble butt, and gushing pussy. I've been talking a lot to her lately, and she keeps surprising me with the things she's done, and places she's been, and all kinds of stuff. You'll see what I mean as you get to know her better. So keep it up, Bro!"He asked, "But isn't there such a thing as too much of a good thing?"Surprisingly, Susan answered, "Yes. Obviously, the harem can't keep expanding forever. But it won't; don't worry. Just a few more, and then we'll. "Huh?" Paige asked, totally missing his sarcasm. "Aww, don't be mad baby, it was Holly's birthday and we wanted to celebrate." She tried to remember what all she'd done but really couldn't, images flashed behind her eyes but the details escaped her. "I'm sorry, I should have called," she tried to whisper in a seductive voice, but it just came out slurred.Leaning toward Dale she tried to kiss him and his eyes went wide as the smell on her breath hit him. Bewildered by his response she gasped as.