Mistress walked over and gently buttoned up the back of thedress. She took both of my hands in hers and stepped back alittle, admiring her sissy in hi... Sunday dress."Oh, one more thing," she giggled. "Here's your panties.Step in, sissy." She produced a pair of red velvet pantiesand I stepped into them. She snugged them up and gave me alittle thrill as her hand passed over the front."Now march out to the garage and fire up the tractor,Sissy," she said, playfully slapping my bottom.It was summer. She moaned loudly aaaahhhhh. Atul, do it slowly, it is paining but I was not in a mood to listen to her and started giving her in and out strokes. She tied her legs around my waist and put her hands around my neck. My speed was slowly increasing and she started enjoying each stroke by responding equally by lifting her butts. Today her moans were quite loud. Fortunately, the room was quite sound proof and A/C. So we don’t need to worry about it much. Now I was ramming her pussy like a mad animal. He always made me moan out loud."Fuck, dad! That feels good, don't stop until I cum all over your face," I yelled out.I was sweating up a storm, and I felt like I was gonna scream my lungs out. I began moving around very frantically, and it was difficult for him to keep his mouth right on my pussy. To try to hold me down, he put his hands right onto my tits. He held me down as best as he could, but he kept fucking me. So, it was still quite hard to keep me down. I was nearing a giant orgasm,. There should be no way I could be sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it, I wasn't me!After 93 years, you know yourself pretty well. 93 years of staring at your own face in the mirror every day makes you pretty good at knowing the nooks and crannies of what makes you, YOU. This didn't even take that much familiarity. I was looking at the legs and hands of someone much younger..