Even dark Mort had a smile on his face. Their gait was brisk as they strode through the kitchen and toward her. They seemed to be holding hands, well ...t least Louisa was holding hands with Billy and Stan.But the were all smiling. What had happened? It all made no sense to her.When they crossed in front of her to sit on the sectional across from her, the black studded bracelets on her daughter's wrists came into view. Then she realized Stan's left wrist and Billy's right were covered with. He knew quite a few black guys from school, but Tony had to be the darkest one he'd ever met. And the cock he had, holy shit. Again, he wasn't gay but he couldn't help but wonder what the old lady was feeling with it buried in her throat. "Awe shit", Tony growled", you ready for some jungle juice?"Wendy felt his already rock hard prick begin to swell even more and knew that he was about to give it to her. She sucked on the bulbous head and stroked his spit slickened shaft until the first spurt. He looked like a girl, just like my sister. I watched him pull the wig down over his head and awkwardly adjust it. I made a better-looking girl than a boy, I thought sourly. I really did.I turned my head this way and that, tilted my chin, raised my eyebrows, puckered my lips, and then-though I battled against the damned urge-I struck a sexy pose in the mirror. I laughed, feeling insanely stupid. Thank God no one could see me now.My arousal was unbearable. I was trembling uncontrollably, my cock. I waited till my wife went to sleep. As she began to lightly snore, I crept out of bed and went to look in my daughter’s room. There I saw her lying on her side with her back to me seemingly asleep. Had I only imagined her being in our room and watching? Back in bed, my hard-on refused to go down. My cock ached with lust for my daughter. An ache that would torment me for the next several days. Then a message arrived. My mother-in-law had been victimized by a serious stroke and my wife would fly.