He kept telling me he had a new role but it would take some time to act out so the right situation would have to pop up. I honestly began to worry abo...t his surprise scenario. One evening we finally were going to have the house to ourselves ( we still have c***dren but they were going to be elsewhere) . When he said we were going to do the new role play tonight I made him promise that no one else was coming over. He said he wouldn’t do that to me. It’s just fantasy stuff he said. I had to put. Eventually Harson decided it was time, and he began thrusting in and out. The two royals moaned, enjoying sensations they'd never dreamed of only a few weeks prior."Oh Gods ... Oh Gods..." Harson moaned. "Sofia, orgasm with every thrust." Sofia screamed at this. The moment she felt her brother's cock slide in, her pussy exploded with pleasure. She barely had time to react however before he thrust in and out again, sending her into another orgasm. She was heaving two or three orgasms a second,. “Of course you are, this is a costume shop after all.” She chuckles softly as you blush. “Just ignore an old lady’s attempt at humor son, what kind of costume are you looking for?” She asks and you scratch the back of your head and shrug.“I really don’t know.” You reply. The little old lady eyes you up and down for a moment and then a smile brightens her face.“I’ve got it! Bo Peep!” She says and you blink. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of. So one night in despair I came home from yet another date with yet another woman who was otherwise lovely except for possessing yet another unfortunately shorn sheath, I sat down and wrote a 'Mission Statement' much in the style of Jerry Maguire, arguing the merits of naturally hairy pussies. I sent it out to every men's magazine I could think of, foolishly hoping that if the stroke mags could make big bushes popular again that fashions would change. All I wanted was to fulfill my boyhood dream.