You fucking cross-dressing whore! he says to me, best you learn to ride your man. You look good babycakes, just like teen girl, now ride my cock like ... slut whore! he demanded.I gave him no argument as I spread my ass and began to slide down on his cock, ohhhh! I moaned as his cock head entered me and began to slide gently into my horny tight teen ass. yeah baby moan for your man! he says, nice and fat I can feel his man meat sawing into my anal walls causing me to shiver with uncontrollable. I took a deep breath. "What did she say? Was she mad?" I fairly scowled."Why don't you ask her yourself?" I think you look gorgeous." I heard from the woman at the next tablewhose back was to us all this time.She turned and I saw it was mom. I was embarrassed that Bob would do thisto me, how could he. I hung my head as mom sat down at our table. I hadnever seen her look so pretty. She was wearing a very pretty dress that Ihad never seen before, at least not before yesterday when Bob bought. The clingy top contoured his breasts and sheathed his slender midriff almost like a silky second skin. The new teal bra was almost invisible under the wide lacy straps and his cleavage only showed a classy hint of promise as his bust nestled just perfectly within the top's embrace. It was only now he realised how beautifully cut and tailored the top was. Molly ran her fingers down his back and gently unbuttoned the skirt again before slipping the top neatly under the open waistband and. To do so, I'd allowed a journalist, Max Murphy, a long interview with me. As he entered, I was displayed mostly like he and everryone had seen me by now at countless debates and speeches: clad in a mostly see-through top that did more of displaying my breasts than hiding them, and a tiny miniskirt, currently hiked up by the clerk who was at the moment railing my ass. His dick wasn't anything amazing, but after a millenium of almost constant fucking, I felt more naked without a dick in me than.