I think I lost control of my voice. This is too much."Excuse me," I say as I get up and walk past my suddenly sexy mother.I head to the powder room an... lock the door behind me. I clench thecounter and stare in the mirror. There I am. All pretty. All girly. Andsuddenly I'm looking at myself in my mom's dress. With my hair flowingpast my shoulders. With my tits on display. I'm panting again. I'mreally, really hard in my panties. I fumble for the fan. I need noise. Iget some hand lotion from the. ”Then I just pulled over to the shoulder of the road. A couple of cars passed us but after that it looked clear behind us. I just sat there looking at my thirteen-year-old daughter thinking about what I had said. She was squirming around in her seat. Finally, Kitty shrugged her shoulders and started to unzip her tight jeans. She had to lift her ass off the seat to get them unfastened. She really struggled to get them down. Eventually, I asked her if she needed help. She said that she could get. For a feminist this is an impossible situation to live with, but for a slut like me, it’s simply heaven here on Earth.I’d fucked, or sucked close to 35 black men most of whom I made wear condoms on our honeymoon to Arthur’s visual, and video delight, but the best sex had been with Dell, and his heirs that owned, and worked at our hotel. Which is probably why it was only 35 black men instead of 50 or more. Having those four men, of three generations of the same family fucking, and cumming in me. It better be a big terrarium. I opened a saddlebag for him and he stuffed the snake inside. We stopped at Rockys’ house on the way home so I could introduce Dom and to admire his new bike, an 1100cc Kawasaki. Up until then he had a 350cc Honda he had bought cheap. It was a decent enough bike, but Rocky weighed around 320 lbs, and there was no way it was big enough. I rode behind him right after he first got it. It looked like he was running down the road with a tail light up his ass. We had.