"Pretty awesome, right?"Quinn ran his hands over the soft material, feeling his new shapebeneath, and felt those same tingles all over his skin, again... "DidLouisa Harper actually wear these clothes?" Well, yea and no. The original version of this dress is part of themuseum collection, but this is a reproduction that I made from apattern I made based on the original." You made this?" Quinn asked, impressed."Yeah, Quinny. That's what I do. I'm in charge of the textiles andfashion. I maintain and. “Don’t you want to get your hard cock up Mom’s pussy? Tell me madarchod,(motherfucker) mom wants to hear you” I asked him teasingly, reminding him of the fact that I was his dad’s wife.“Oh fuck you, Aruna, yes, rub my LUND on your CHUT. I am a madarchod, only because my whore mothers let me fuck them. Dont you want your son’s cock in your burning hot pussy? Dont you want to make me madarchod?”, he asked as he grabbed my tits and started to squeeze them.I continued to run his cock head between. Soon her lips were kissing the head and she slowly took it into hermouth, caressing it as she did so. She began sucking on it even beforeshe took the full length into her throat for a moment. She flicked hertongue at the tip of the monster and around the head. She ran hertongue up and down the bottom of the cock as she slowly took more andmore of into her mouth.How long did she demonstrate her knowledge of how to please a cock? Itseemed like hours as she used the talents she had acquired. Cindy sat with her hands together between her knees and looked at her sister. "Sandy, promise, really promise, NO one else hears this. No one. Not even Johnny. Ever." Oh shit, wow, what happened." She glanced at me."Cindy's decision to tell you. I would have been fine keeping it between us. But I think she needs someone else, a female maybe to work through some of it. You'll understand. It's not bad, it's different." OK you two, I promise. Anything for my sister." Sandy, I just hope you don't.