The same black traced a line on her lower eyelash. She put mascara on spending a lot of time curling her eyelashes. For her lipstick, she picked black...that was almost as shiny as her black nail polish. At last, she placed a red wig on her head to complete the transformation."Well, how do I look Sam?" She asked.Not wanting to be rude, Sam replied, "Well ... well you look..." 'Tramp' came to mind but Sam decided that was not the comment Amy was looking for."Well, you look like a woman who is on. He began to thrust gently into my mouth, face fucking me. I licked the underside with every thrust. My hands squeezed and tugged at his balls urging him to cum. Suddenly he tensed and I knew he was about to.He stopped moving his cock completely and just let it rest with the head in my mouth. I flicked my tongue around and suddenly a great wad of cum oozed out and filled my mouth to the gums. It was really thick and salty. I'd never known cum so thick. I swallowed just as a second load of it. "Laura said, "How old was I when I married your father?"He thought for an instant. "You were thirty-five and Dad was thirty-nine. He was married before to our other mother in heaven." He brightened and then was saddened. "You hadn't been married before. Does that mean that I will have to grow old before I can find a mate?" March, that depends and thirty-five is not old!" His eyes were apologetic. "You can settle for one or wait for the right one. Your dad was the right one. I didn't date much. Soft music swelled from the stereo. Sasha rested her cheek against my chest and once again we were dancing in the dark, moving slowly, body to body. It started as comfort with each other, closeness, pleasure. It became intimate when I slipped my hand down my daughter's slender back and inside her sweatpants to gently cup her gorgeous ass and fondle soft cotton panties.Like an experienced blind man I explored as we danced. Her panties were soft cotton, bikini style, small and sexy. Gorgeous firm.