Once he got them past my knees and down to my ankles, he slowly stroked my already super hard cock, bringing a drop of pre-cum to the tip. “Do you ...ant me to take care of that?” he eagerly asked,And again, all I could do was nod. As he leaned over to suck my cock I felt like it was a dream. It couldn’t be really happening. But when he clamped his lips around my hard shaft I knew that it was. As his mouth moved up and down my shaft I knew if he stayed down there too long I would cum and it. She's obviously in charge now. I am submitting to mybaby sister. What the hell is this? I shouldn't but it makes everythingeasier.I'm lost in thought as she tugs on my hair. I know what to expect when Isee my reflection. Sure enough, as I turn my head to check the mirror, Isee the pig-tails are back. They are rough, uneven, and uncombed, butthey are definitely little-girl pig-tails on either side of my head.Jenny even added a barrette in my forelocks to hold them to one side. Apart of me. Her ass was facing the camera. I could see Paul's semen make its way out of her anus before sliding down her butt cheek and dropping to the floor. He was halfway up the stairs when he looked back and said, "Mom, we’re gonna do this again tomorrow and you better not tell dad!" There's a few more minutes of her sobbing on tape, but I couldn't bear to watch anymore. I shut off the camera and sat contemplating my next move. This little Damien wasn't our son, he was an abomination. I knew it was. “I’ve been thinking about your dress code ideas.” Pillow talk. I was always nervous about presenting too many ideas for fear of overstepping the relationship but that was where my relationship with Mrs. C came in effectively because I always discussed with her first. She knew her husband. I sat in a visitor chair opposite him, slowly crossing my legs to flash him my bald pussy. I could feel the moisture developing and frequently wondered at such times if he could detect it. This was one.