ModernGypsies who managed to keep one step ahead of the next.In pride of place at the end of the hall was an expert known to theproverbial "millions" ...iewers of "Antiques Road show" fame. The longestline was for the free appraisal. Looking over the line a good crosssection of the attendees could be observed. Steve Schmidt suspected thatone or two might even be cross dressers or persons of questionablegender.Steve was there because he liked dolls and miniature doll furniture.Something like. (I mean, I do wear a dress that would get me fired anywhere else, but no one’s ever been this brazen.) And, when asked his opinion, rather than the exasperated "Fine, whatever!” I hear all day, he was all about finding the right fit:'Definitely King-size. I need lots of room.''Oh, no need for memory foam. There'll be nights to remember regardless.'All with a panty-wetting smirk, of course.His mother seemed completely unmoved. I, on the other hand, was turning inside out, cunt-first.And fuck was. Looking down at her he guides her. Taking his cock out of her mouth, rubbing it on her nose and cheeks, telling her to kiss it, love it as if she adores it. It is the only reason she still lives, the only reason she will not be tossed out the door naked to be used and used by the barbarian horde readying itself for the next battle, the next conquest. Now back in her mouth. Feeling his cum boil. Wanting to fuck her again now.Slowly taking it from her lips, smiling as he eases down between her. She answered by moving her hand around her and rubbing my crotch through my thin pajama pants. She found my hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it. When my shock of her doing this wore off I pushed my hands under her shorts and finally got to feel her pussy in my bare hands. It was glorious. A nice amount of hair and as I went under her I could feel the wetness between her legs. She was still strokling me through my pants when I rubbed a finger across her slit and clit and back again.