Our bodies becoming one soul. But had dreams for next day. I don’t know how we spent the day. All the guests had gone off by then. This night as we ...ent off to our room, we had new dreams new ideas. But we were still nervous. Though it was cold but the room was cosy as hot blower was on. I changed into Bermudas and t—shirt and asked her to change too.She quietly asked “can I change in nighty” I agreed, after taking some time in toilet she came out. She was wearing a bright red satin night gown. Completing her outfit was a short denim skirt that ended a good six inches above her knees, and some cute little white ankle socks. I couldnt help but think this outfit was for my benefit. It was just sexy enough if you were paying attention, but not so bad her mom would freak out. Rachel was cooking and was completely oblivious to the way her daughter was dressed. I dont think she wanted to admit to herself that her little girl was growing up. To be fair, I had never paid attention to the way. .swam....crew t-t-teaam,? her sentence ended in another high pitch squeal as a different hand struck her left cheek. It was the short man, smiling from ear to ear.?Typical white bitch. Thinks she can have anything she wants,? the lankey thug commented as he massaged her breasts. ?These titties are nice and firm gurl. Daddy buy you them??Margo tried to choke in another sob as invading hands explored every inch at her. ?No sir. My breasts are real,? she explained in a near whisper. Fattie shook. Soon I was naked with my hard **** pressed tight to the crotch of her panties, which was the only thing she was now wearing. Then we were on the bed exploring each others bodies I could not get enough of her nipples, just loved the taste. She whispered in my ear and asked if I was ready to see my first shemale **** and what did I want to DO with it. Oh God yes, I was ready and said I would love to 69. It wasn't long before her panties were off. I couldn't wait to taste my first ****. God it was.