I was in heaven as Ithought I would never have a chance to wear this beautiful dress again.When the show was over I had tears in my eyes as I thanked ...ynette forincluding my wedding dress in the show. She said that the pictures she sawof me at the wedding made it impossible for her not to include it, besidesshe wanted people to know she also sold wedding dresses and bridesmaidgowns.I liked all of the dresses she had picked for me to wear and Monica andAdrienne told me how good they looked on. I didn’t say anything yet, but my actions spoke volumes, as I actively worked my hips to enhance our mutual pleasure from this act of mother-son incest. I thought back to the way that my birth father had exited my life, of course, after just four years of marriage between them. He had always been something of a drunk and beat Mom up more than once. Once he started on four year old me ... well, the mother hen was replaced by a she-wolf and Mom slammed a cast iron skillet into the back of his. "Are they bickering again? I'll soon put a stop to that! You wait right here, William, and I'll fetch them at once."Corky found himself divested of his bags and seated on a chair before he could react, and was still in the process of formulating a reply when the door closed behind Mrs. Dalrymple with a click. Corky tried anxiously to imagine the coming scenario: the red-eyed glares from Beatrice, the insolent grins from Maggie, the stiff, artificial farewells. Or else-worse yet-perhaps another. I circled that little pink ring several times, tasting her ass, and teasing her rear little hole until I saw it flex, and slightly open in need of filling.So I then I pushed the tip of my tongue into that little opening, and Dawn instantly let out a groan as I entered her asshole.My tongue ran around and around the inner area of ass, tasting the forbidden moisture inside and gently easing it a little more open."Oh god Tom, your tongue is so good!" she moanedIt wasn't surprising to hear, her.