"The way I look at it sweetie your Aunt Brenda and little Amber think youare Miley. So the choice you have is to tell them you are Chris their boycous...n, and you are wearing a baby dress and diaper with your hair inpigtails. Not to mention your pretty lace socks and white Mary Jane shoesthat are just adorable on you sweetie."I just want to cry. "Or you could go with them and they will drop you offafter a while. Either way I think you look so pretty in your new dress." Mommy this isn't my new. I gasped when he was buried in my ass."Oh my God." I cried out tears coming to my eyes. He stopped moving and reached around me and began to rub my clit. I moaned and pushed against him. He took this as a sign I was ready for him to begin fucking my ass. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in inch by inch. He stopped when I moaned."Are you okay?" He asked concern growing in his voice."Don't stop!" I moaned pushing against him. He grabbed my hips and pushed into me harder and faster. I moaned. Bob Stevens is a 67-year-old man who lost his wife of 48 years two years ago to cancer. Bob is 6 feet tall and weighs 380 lbs. He wasn’t always like this, only after the crippling arthritis hit his knees and hips. Before that, he was a slim 200 lbs. and very active. Then about the time he reached 55 he had to slow down due to arthritis. Not eating healthy and a lack of exercise lent to some of his weight gain. Then 2 years ago, Karen, his lovely wife, succumbed to cancer. By the time they. Seconds later there was another message. “Fantastic, Steve is wanking here, can’t wait to fuck you.”“How did she know?” Ann asked, as if she couldn’t guess.“I was speaking to her before l came in,” Jenny said, “telling her that you are now Daddy’s slut wife.” She giggled, then looked around at her father. “You can stop now Daddy, it doesn’t look like you have any spunk for me just yet,” she said.“Did you really tell her that about me?” Ann said uncertainly.“Of course l did Mummy, you’re Daddy’s.