They told me we were way too old until I gave them my suggestion.I have older sisters and so did Leo and Don. We all got dressed up in our sisters' cl...thes. When I asked my sister to help us she had to laugh. We had on dresses, bra and all. It took a lot of tissue to keep the bra padded. I wasn't about to wear their underwear, but we did wear a half slip. My sister put make-up on all of us and clip-on earrings. We wore hats since our sisters didn't have any wigs. We tried to wear their high. "He reached over and snapped the ears off. Then he gently pushed theheadpiece down. It felt like it was sinking into my skull.As he kept pushing, I felt myself falling asleep, like going under ananaesthetic. The last words I heard before nodding off were. "OK, off tosleep, off to sleep. Happy Easter, Paula."*****I woke to a knock on my door."Paula, get up! You need to get ready for church!" my mother called. Andthen she did what she never did: she opened the door and came in."Are you ok. An itch that the nylon panties and Florence’s hand were scratching. An itch that seemed to find its way to Florence’s crotch also. For she suddenly dropped her left hand to her lap, pulled her slip up higher on her legs, and moved her hand into the mass of black hair that was now partially exposed.I watched as she rubbed her open hand all over the spot between her legs. Then she extended her middle finger and rubbed it up and down. Where was her cock? How did she pee? Damn curious k**!! . She could hear the loud slapping noises of flesh meeting flesh as his movements became harder and just when she thought that he could go no further in her, she felt his balls finally slapping against her clit as the head of his uncut cock kissed the entrance of her womb with every brutal push of his monstrous shaft inside of her tight tunnel.“Oh, God! Oh, fuck, Bobby! You’re so big! So thick! Oh my God, you are a monster,” she murmured, undulating her hips as she pressed back into him, feeling.