In the mirror behind Peyton a comelywoman wearing a towel wrapped around her fake breasts stared back atme. The makeup Peyton had done was about as go...d as it could be. Itasted the lipstick, the artificial thickness of it feeling heavy on mylips. I felt the wig on my head and the hair as it rested on myshoulders. My hair was a light brown tinged with auburn. It was longand straight and parted just a little off center. It reminded me alittle bit of the way Jennifer Aniston wore it on that old TV. “It can’t be your husband’s?”She laughed her magical laugh that made my affection for her so complete.With her eyes twinkling at me she responded.“The child is most certainly NOT my husband’s! He is not interested in me that way. Young men are more to his liking. Due to his indifference, you are the only man to have ever had me. While I am just a simple farm girl, not a learned physician like yourself, that would seem to point to you as the father.” A ‘simple farm girl’ indeed!I looked at. "It was a short walk to the float where the boat was moored, tucked in between another sailboat and a motor cruiser. It was hard to get a good look at it in those tight quarters, but what she could see was impressive.It had a dark, forest green hull, a white superstructure and deck, green sail covers and two light coloured metal masts. A large mainmast was located halfway between the front of the tall wheelhouse and the bow, and a shorter mast just behind the rear of the wheelhouse.This was no. Harry pressed the tube and took the contents onto his fingers and shoved them into my asshole. ‘You’re going to love this’ Mary said. I felt like I was in a dream. After several lubricating insertions into my rectum Harry said, ‘It’s that time. I’m going to take you to paradise.’ Mary spread my legs wider while Harry lifted my butt into the air. He grabbed his hard cock and positioned it right at my ass. I then realized I was about to be ass fucked. I.