Then his fingers moved self-consciously to his face. Delia had touched up his features with hintsof eye liner, blush, and lip gloss. Again, the effe...t was calculatedto rob him of his manliness without actually making him resemble awoman. He just looked like what she was happily turning him into... asissy.Arnold nibbled his lips. His eyes darted from side to side, as if hewas a trapped animal. But when he looked at his wife she was plainlynot backing down. In fact, to demonstrate her. I couldn't identify what value I was judging myself against - purity? normalcy? - but I knew that my father would be disappointed in me if he knew, and that hurt. I had done nothing wrong, and yet felt like I'd let everyone down. Should I have refused Riley? Said "No thanks?" Stoically pushed her away from my dick? I couldn't imagine what I should have done. I only knew that I should have done it.I knew that my old friends would have been thrilled, had this happened to them. Why did I feel this. There were no doctors, nor any attendants. Never had any brochure she’d read ever mentioned this. Something was dreadfully wrong here, that was for certain.And it was dark. Why was it dark? Sure, small lights flickered on some of the other rows of coffins, but most of the ones that were open were dark. Indeed the will-o-the-wisp quality of the shifting lights and competing glows was perhaps more disconcerting than simple, complete darkness would have been. For one thing, she would not feel as. I was startled for a second, then my lips parted my tongue came out, and i Could feel my pussy starting to cream up again as my mom kissed me like a lover, long, slow, deep, tongue filled swirls of passion. I returned the kisses with all the passion and ordor that was brimming up inside of me, my pussy was buttery slick almost gushing.I reluctantly broke the kiss, so i could concetrate on what i wanted to do. My mom eyes were wide, grazed with passion as my fingers slid on her pussy, my fingers.