Actually, your excite-o-meter is about a twelve right now, isn't it?" Wow, I think my excite-o-meter is off the fucking scale," moaned Henry, as his m...ther extracted his already fully tumescent twelve incher from his underwear and wrapped her dainty, well manicured hand around it."Oh, Henry," Hilda murmured softly to him. "I can hardly get my little hand around your big fucker, tee hee hee."Hilda grinned lasciviously as she grasped his rampant rod firmly and began to slide her hand up and down. She had me practice, andpretend to be its mommy, while she showed me how to feed the dolly abottle. Heck she even had me put it in the baby carriage, so I could pushit around the house. Then out of nowhere she asked me if I liked being alittle girl and her baby sister?I was a little taken back, but I told her that I wasn't happy about it,but for some reason the cloths felt kind of nice to wear. I also told herI liked to watch the dress swish back & forth, as I wiggled & watchedmyself in the. Let me imagine he's fucking me."I was in the kitchen talking on the portable phone. As I continued my recitation I all but sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom. I flopped on my back on the bed, one hand opening my slacks and diving under my panties."Mmmm, you'd like him fucking you Betty. He dropped me on the bed and fell right on top of me without losing a stroke. He hooked his toes under the foot rail and proceeded to pound the hell out of me." My slacks slid down my hips and my fingers. With your hand leading mine we find your puffed and scented rose and part it gently and you guide me. I am in and you sink a little, I lift a little and I am deeper. We let go a held breath that is as big as only the ocean can know…and in the darkness the light flashes over us. Your grip me and I can sense the pulse and slide of you. You suck me in and I am glistening with your excitement. With our two hands over and pressing on your naked mons we can feel my movement and stiffness inside of.