" Not to mention romance." Sally added. She always wore skirts ordresses and believed that pantyhose were a girl's best friend."Paul can be the leadin... man." Missy said in a blouse with a zipperacross her breasts and torn pants. Her pink polish toes poked throughholes in her sneakers."As always," Paul sighed to himself. He had always hope that being partof the troupe would allowed him the chance to sometimes wear the prettydresses he always wanted to wear. Unfortunately he was the only male. A sharp slap brought her instantly from her sissy trance as she focusedagain on Miss Baxter's demand."I SAID WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!"Where David would have stumbled, Michelle answered obediently."It's my cum Miss..."Miss Havlin didn't even try to contain her glee and laughter this time.She burst out laughing at what was unfolding before her.Her laughter covered the sounds of the further now harder slaps that MissBaxter rained down with uncontrolled venom on Michelle's rapidlyreddening. Holy shit i was not expecting this. ya sure i'd fanticized about mom many many times but to have her actually initiate sexual contact was amazing. she sucked my dick like a pro, almost like she new what her son liked, deep, fast, wet. mom was a pro. i was so caught up with what was the best blow id ever had, i hadnt noticed that mom was crying while sucking me off. so sad so desparate for attention and sexual desires that had been building up for years. rubbing her hair saying it's ok mom it's. “Oh man, that is just fucking delicious!” he groaned from directly behind me. He had his nose pressed firmly right up inside my crack now, and I didn’t think he was going to be pulling it back out any time soon. To make it more comfortable for him, I just stepped over his midsection so I was straddling him while I kept watch on our poles, which made it far easier for him to just sit back there and keep his face in my butt. He took to this new position with vigor, and I figured his hunger was.