Mrs Rother spoke first. 'Yes, darling its our future son in law. Doesn't he make you proud?' Mr Rother never approved of his wives idea and looks at m... as if I was something nasty he'd stepped on in the street. 'Look,' Mrs Rother says, 'look how he's taken to his new feminine role, like a duck to water,' and before I could stop her she lifted my skirts high and shown him my shaven legs, stockings and panties as if this extra feminisation made the picture complete. 'Remarkably it's our daughters. They knew they were giving her hell.“She looks so beautiful when she is in pain!!!” commented Andrew.“I second that!!!” agreed Jake.From her pussy, Bob shifted the candles instead over to her breasts. To her brown nipples.With a wicked smile on his face, he let a candle wax drop down, directly towards her right. I pulled the waist strings from my bikini over my hip and oiled my body up again before walked back outside. I looked through his window and noticed he was still nowhere to be found. What would I do? My curiosity got the best of me as I rapped on his front door in an effort to get his attention. Suddenly, the handle twisted as the door came screaming open. It was him and he was standing there with a confounded look on his face. I only imagined the expression on my face rivaled his. I panicked. Then, suddenly, this hulking man turned me onto my back and in the most athletic of moves, lifted my thighs. In one smooth motion, he plowed his prize bull-sized cock so far into me that it felt like I had finally taken him into my throat but it was coming from the bottom up! I’ve never even imagined feeling so full. Maybe it was the oil, maybe it was my lust but I didn’t feel torn, I felt empowered. He rammed, I met his ram with my own thrusts. The shallow and oily water splashed out from.