She had been, and still was, my source of information on all things Zoe.I recalled the painting and was somewhat surprised that Paul had let the guy s...e the painting. It was a nude study of him. It was one of a pair that Zoe had painted as a gift for Linda and Paul’s tenth anniversary the previous year. The second was an equally naked study of Linda, and they both hung in their bedroom.Both of them had separately asked Zoe for a painting of their partner. It had been fun keeping the presence of. It was his Mum again."Can I come in, now?" she asked."I suppose so," Patrick replied.She opened the door, and asked "Well, don't you look pretty! So what doyou think? Do you like wearing a bra and panties? This is what girls doeveryday." Oh yes, Mum! It's so different," Patrick answered.Then Patrick slowly asked. "But, Mum, is the dress for me too?" Of course it is," she replied. "You can try it on now if you like."Patrick reached for it and took it off the hanger. His Mum helped himstep into. I feel the mud ooze into the shoe and the feelingsends one of my favorite feelings, a shiver, through my body. I quicklystick my other shoe in. I start to struggle, on purpose, and go deeperand deeper. I'm now in the middle of the muddy puddle of quicksand andup to my knees in it. I feel the mud on my pussy, and I wiggle to feelpleasure. I put my hand on my pussy, below my favorite skirt, and feelhow wet it is. I rub the mud onto my vagina and quickly cum, but I tryto muffle my scream with my. . my daughter is right over there,” Marsha protested.“Has she ever seen your tits?”“Yes ... we have no secrets, she sees me all the time.”“Then lose the bra ... Mom or I didn’t wear one today,” Korian told her.Marsha untied her shirt, unhooked the front clasp, then slipped her blouse off her shoulders, one arm at a time ... taking her bra off.Bobby was snapping shots of her as she exposed breasts. She glanced at him as he had the lens just a few feet from her swollen nipples.“Nice tits, Marsha.