Then, unexpectedly, I feel its sharp caress on my face. Not as hard as on my ass, but I feel it. It scares me, but it also increases my excitement. S...ddenly the blows stop. He’s switching gears. I don’t know what’s coming next. I wait, pussy dripping. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and I feel him spit in my asshole. Then I feel him start to push something in. It’s big and hard and it begins to stretch me wide open. It’s the big black anal plug. He uses his spit as lube and works it all the way. My pussy convulsed about my digits. I heaved on the toilet, my thoughts dancing with the idea of my husband breeding our daughters. It was so naughty. So wrong. I couldn't wait to return home on Monday to make sure he did it.I was such a naughty mother.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Steve DaviesThe Memories Sub-Menu opened, revealing my wife's entire life before me. I stared at my phone as Anael straddled my waist. The purple-eyed angel grabbed my dick, stroking me. I shuddered as I stared at the. "Chelle, my hair is too short to make this work." I said as she finished with my face. "Thought of that." She said, pulling a blonde wig from one of the dresser drawers. "Sit still while I fix this on." Dutifully I did so. The final result was stunning. I stared at what she had wrought in the mirror. It was strange, looking into the mirror and seeing a reasonably attractive girl peering back. "WOW!" I said. "You do look cute." Chelle laughed. I was unaccountably pleased by her praise. As. “Now?” he said. Let’s see what kind of excuses she can come up with to stay here.“Come on ... I have to tell the girls where I’m going.” I told him. “I should change out of my shoot clothes. Jeans and a shirt would be good. It might be cold up here but it’s hot down below.”I stopped at the lodge, changed clothes and told Hilda where I was going. The rest of the girls were shopping the traders.“Lets go,” I stood by the Dodge, waiting.“We going in this?”“Yeah ... no sense taking two vehicles.”He.