I looked at Randy; he had his tongue out, as he was spurting shot after shot of hot sperm into my womb… This burning cum filled me and began to flow...out of my swollen pussy.Randy hung for about five minutes and I came again every time he spurted his sperm deep inside between my fully stretched cunt walls.He was deeply seated in me. I rubbed his neck and told him he was a good boy, a very good one indeed.I suddenly felt his piece of hard meat slide out of me and he licked his own cum off of my. That was it. No bra or panties. I took a quick shower and sprayed perfume on my neck and inner thighs. I walked out and had to squeeze into the sequin dress. It was tight my bits were over flowing. Making nice round humps popping out. I could pull it down my thighs. And I had to almost shuffle my legs, taking regular steps made it ride up drastically. I stood in front of the mirror. I reached for the hat and mask. I put my hair down and placed the hat on my head, it looked cute, and the mask. I did not think her mother would do a thing like that, but after last night, anything was possible.Tiffany approached from the back of the house past a stretch of the road framed by corn stalks.Then I took a second look. And a third. The outfit she wore might have been designed to try to make her look sexy, but it was a futile attempt. She was sexy to begin with, and all the outfit could do was show it off. As far as I'm concerned, Tiffany is the sort of girl who would look sexy wearing. "He's going to build us a cabana back here so we'll have some shade when we need it." Will it be done in time for my party?" Bree stuck her hand out palm down, not looking at me, as if she expected me to kiss it, so I squeezed a little harder than necessary when I shook it perfunctorily. That drew a satisfying wince and an appraising glance filled with speculation."Of course, dear," Candy told her. "We want your eighteenth birthday to be special." I still don't know why we can't have it on my.