You are my hero and comfortable inyourself." I'm not sure about that. It is exciting I don't deny but it is scaryand I have no idea how I will feel i... someone else notices. Thehumiliation may kill me!" It won't kill you and I will always be here for you. Remember that Ilove you."That night the sex was a repeat of the previous evening. "We need tofind another way to do this or we will go broke with a new pair oftights each day," I pointed out."Maybe you should try the hold-ups or I could get. ”My eyes bugged out on stems. Emboldened indeed. I liked tipsy mom.I turned to consider each mirror image of us. We looked like before and after pictures. Before Girl’s dumpy grey plaid skirt and hose did nothing to distract the eye from her flattish chest. Her face was fresh, even pretty, but looked homely compared to After Girl. After Girl was older, sophisticated, assured, and dressed to stop traffic.“Mom. did you get a boob job?” I asked.“Nope, these are natural,” she said matter of. I mentioned that there was a hidden gate through the privacy wall in the back yard. We were not sure how accessible it was on their side but it was covered in ivy on our side. The last time we had checked it it was bolted on both sides. I told them that we would go out and unbolt our side, and knock on the gate until they found it. No cell phones or cameras please. Promise? They did.Naked, Karen and I went out to the wall and found the gate. It was still a warm evening after dark. We had. If his cock seemed to wear down he would just take more pills. He traveled to the Orient twice a year and they had a d**g that they injected to the base of his cock which made him bigger and harder and he lasted for a long time. He liked fucking the petite Oriental girls with his horse size cock. These girls were whores from a very young age and the three days he had them he would have the man come and inject his cock at least twice so he could fuck the young girls with a very huge dick. He.