They were all naturally hers, by the way, with no modification needed. Next was the hair. She'd somehow sussed out my love of long hair and now had be...utiful blonde curls descending all the way to her lovely little bottom.Which brings us to the rest of her. Barely five foot tall and ninety pounds soaking wet, Trisha was now a pixie with gentle curves in all the right places—an adult sized Tinker Bell. Her outside had finally caught up with her inside and it was well past time I did something. Inside, I was wishing Uncle Harv was at least a little experienced. The whole idea of the mechanics of getting his tab A into my slot B seemed intimidating. I worried that if we didn’t get the angle right we could break him or hurt me.Uncle Harv was pretty shy, and very much afraid of hurting me. I had to help him be brave enough to love me the way I needed. I wiggled out of the soft, pale pink cotton bra and panties I was wearing. I hadn’t worn a white dress for my wedding. Since it was mostly. My own orbs were less prominent and rounded. I picked a flowery, flouncy knee-length skirt and a white peasant top of meshy, clinging cotton and silk. Sans bra, the shape and color of my large nipples showed through discreetly. To maintain my hippie image I wore no makeup except a little face powder and combed my hair, streaked with gray, into a pony tail. I was too old to be wearing a pony tail, but it kept my hair in order with a minimum of fuss.Ready and anxious for my night out, I sallied. Commit the felony that is incest with your two moms; there isn't any shame in it when it is consequential," Sage moaned, slowly beginning to thrust the dildo again. "You're kissing her just as I did on our first night, Joy. Just two sexually aroused chicks are making out like passionate lovers."'The only thing going through my head is the love of everything, and just where the roof is in this scenario? I find myself somewhat dumbfounded, and now I don't know what to think. Now Cindy is bringing.