Ok. I'm not really sure what to tell you. I just can't helpmyself. I get an overwhelming desire to put on Mom's clothes. I can'ttake it, and th...n when I do, I feel so bad for stealing them." Ok, is it your mother's clothing that you want, or just women's clothingin general? I mean to say, if you could go to the store and buy your ownwomen's clothing would that satisfy the need, or does it need to be yourMom's?" I would much prefer to have my own. If they were mine, I wouldn't haveto. She clamped a hand over her mouthand screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on mycock and she began to shake and quiver. She wascumming again, orgasming around my cock.She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She wasgasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking herfaster now, bringing my cock out to the brink andplunging slowly back into her depths. “I can’tbelieve it,’ she said again. She began to massage herown breasts. “I can’t believe I’m fucking my ownDaddy.”That sent me over the. The hours they spent talking online and over the phone were the best hours of Sara’s life, and she knew it was time to meet the man that filled her with such joy.As she got on the plane, she couldn’t help but tremble with excitment and anticipation. All these questions kept running through her mind: Would he be happy she was there? Would he even recognize her? If he did recognize her, would he acknowledge her? But the biggest question running through her mind…would his wife be with him?She knew. Keri just stared for a number of seconds. Rowie stood there and Keri scanned her kinky triangle of pubic hair, and the breasts that were larger than she’d thought, with delicious looking, large chocolate brown nipples. There were still drops of water gleaming on Rowie’s closely shaved head, and the smile that she was giving Keri was simply gleaming. Keri felt like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Much to her disgust she got an immediate answer to the oft asked question: ‘What do you do.