She was in a light pink satin slip and stockings. She noticed my kisses wondering toward her breast, in response, she lowered the strap of her slip an... offered her nipple. I eagerly explored it with my lips and stroked my hard little cock with one hand as the other followed the fullness of her thigh up to the top of her lace stocking and eventually discovered mother was not wearing any panties. Mom deeply kissed Bobbie while I slid two fingers into her slippery wet pussy. She moaned lighlty and. It was just about the only skin that was not covered by my wig and beard.Sylvia said, “Please leave your beard, wig, and hat on for me. Part of the mystery is not knowing who you really are.”Then She helped me get undressed. I undid my big black belt and she slipped it out of my belt loops. I unzipped my coat and she helped me get out of it. I untied my shoes and removed them. Next she removed my spats. I stood up and slipped my arms out of my suspenders and my big baggy pants dropped to the. ..Incredible. He called me a sick bitch and I knew I was. My hands were shaking as he fastened two clips on the tip of each nipple. Just on the very tips. They barely connected, only taking in the tiniest bit of flesh. He watched me squirm, Then heard me squeal as he ripped them off. All four at once, two gathered in each hand. It was just a test to see how resilient my nipples were. Now he put four on each and ripped them off again. I started to sob. He ignored me, except to say.. He disrobed and now was in a skin tight suit. “A bronze god,” I thought looking at him now and surely he was or could have been that. Indeed. I glanced at his legs, thighs, his hips, chest, arms…the bulge in his suit…I caught my breath again! Then he dived into the pool and swam to the foot of the falls letting waters cleanse him…he swam back to where I was…”The water is so refreshing,” he said, reaching his hand to me…”Come on in…its cool and nice.” I hesitated and then let him take my.