“Please, Vixen, please. I need to rest, to recover. Give me a break.” She smiled and tightened the grip of her legs about his waist, enjoying the ...apid flexing of his deep but sated manhood as she arched under him. “Roll over,” Vixen said, and once he was on his back, she rose, got comfortable in the saddle and then looked down between her jutting breasts at the stricken boy who had already come twice and seemed to think he was done for the day. “Now we’re going to do a hundred strokes and I’ll. I guess she had changed out of her day clothes to go back to bed. Strange! Then I saw on the other side of the room, on her easy chair, a pair of men's pants and a long-sleeved shirt. There were tennis shoes on the floor. This was peculiar!I went over to the closet while mother was trying to stop me, but I was determined to find out what was going on! It almost blew me away to find my naked brother Eric trying to hide in the closet behind some dresses."What's going on around here! Mother, what. “Is he hard?” she asked with that cute little voice. Without bothering to check, I nodded and we both blushed. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, but I followed her gaze past her ass to the swell in Brad’s khaki shorts. She looked back to me with those dark mesmerizing eyes. Those plump luscious lips parting into a bright smile was a little captivating. Everything little thing she did turned me on. “Are you sure?” “I’m pretty sure. You’re so hot,” I said with a laugh and I realize I wasn’t. My wife snaps photos as we try on various gowns. Some are long with trains, others with very elaborate bead work, some with countless bows, all incredibly feminine. I have to pose in each one, walk out into the shop and ask the other sales women what they think. And exclaim as each one is brought one how adorable, how cute, how sexy each one is.I have been ordered to say things like, "I want to look good for John my fianc?e" and, "I hope he will think I'm beautiful and sexy in this one," all.