" Kate said with a confident intensity. She put her arms out to the side at shoulder height and made a 360 degree turn. "Do you like my gown?" It's fi... for a princess," I quipped, holding her gaze.Kate was pleased and closed to kiss me. "Of course, I am a princess," she whispered, and then added, "I picked out all the dresses for your women on this special occasion." Definitely a hidden message," I thought, "she is prepping me."When she lingered on my lips, I expected a long-winded tirade from. Dad was pushing his tongue into the folds of moms well used pussy and the sounds he was making were more like gulping than licking. I stayed frozen where I was and mom made not a single sound after her initial resistance. She and I both were waiting for what dad would do next or say or who knew what. I was sure mom could feel my liquid dripping out of her, probably beginning to gush out by now and I couldn’t begin to imagine what she must have been thinking had happened to her to be that. Oh fuck. Those breasts. Jeanne’s D-cup breasts were young and tight as only a teenager’s could be. Her nipples were diamond hard and poking through the water towards Paul. His instant erection distracted him for only a moment as Jeanne swam towards him, seemingly oblivious to her partial nakedness.“Paul? I don’t understand the rhythm. What is the count? Is it one, two STROKE or one, two, three STOKE? I want to stroke the right way but I need you to show me. Will you show me how to stroke?”As. In my fantasy, I wanted to have his beautiful nigger baby. I realize that fantasy is one thing and reality is another, but it was an erotic fantasy that made me sexually aroused and very wet.The photo and my fantasy were enough to convince me that, since my hubby is NOT doing his inside duties, I should accept Amy’s offer to take me to that club in nigger-town.Jason already knew that I was upset with him for leaving me high and dry after I did everything I could to get him to fuck me. I fixed a.