"Oh well,since you're starting kindergarten next month, I suppose our dress-upgames will have to come to an end. This will always be our littlesecret... honey. I promise that I'll never tell your father and brothersif you don't."The very thought sent a chill down my spine. My older brothers werealways teasing me about being a wimp, and I shuddered at what my fatherwould do to me if he saw me in a dress. "Please don't tell anyone,Mommy," I begged her.She gave me another hug. "I promise,. He then slides his mid finger it found some space and reached below.Javed got shocked when his finger explored the wetness in her clothes, he got confused and several questions grabbed his mind. Is she awake and pretending to be asleep? Is she too enjoying the touch? Or she got wet in her sleep? He thought to himself let’s check whether his first two questions were right. He applied some force of his hand and made some space between her legs, now he is getting full access to her cunt. He. And I think we are all addicted to it in a way. The boys cherish thesemoments once a day and have tried to make me breastfeed more often.Boobing time and sleep were the only two periods during the day whenthese two warriors kept quiet. So, I have not been very tempted to stop.Jack: My oldest kid. I gave my children names having in mind that theyone day might be altered or used according to a different genderidentity. And a certain wife of a president crossed my mind back then.Jack was ten. "Sue spoke for the first time in ages. "To see me fucked by a stranger, to be cuckolded." And we could very easily do that right now, Mrs. Grant, couldn't we? Would you like that?"She hesitated the way I had earlier but she did reply. "Yes, I would... I really would..." Do you think your husband still wants it to happen?"She didn't look at me. Her eyes flicked down from Mr. Cash's eyes to his dripping cock. It leaked cum which dropped onto the folds of her dress now at waist height."I think he.