" he said, his hand stroking over the crossdresser's ass suggestively, "Now, hurry up and sit on daddy's lap, sweetheart."With that, the male unzipped...his torn jeans, that thick cock of his spilling forth to show off its eight inch erection, beads of pre dribbling down its length as he started stroking it, his free hand pulling a nervous Ally into his lap as he felt the thick head of that stranger's cock prod insistently against his tight pucker."I... I dunno if I can do this..." Ally panted. She was incredibly tight. She starting gagging or maybe it was gurgling; at least I knew she didn't know how to handle the invasion to her throat. Her hands clutched my upper legs instinctively in an attempt to push me away and stop the intrusion into her throat. I couldn't blame her; in fact I expected it since she'd never done this before. "No, no," I reprimanded. "Don't push me away. You can do it. Relax and let it slide down." She amazed me because she listened to what I said. Her. In others, however, (and this was even more embarrassing) she would respond with a sultry smirk, pulling you over her firm thighs, trapping your member between them, and subjecting your defenseless buns to some delightfully naughty spanking with her soft, delicate palms, as she "accidentally" fondled your genitals, buttcrack, and butthole with her nimble fingers - for your own good, of course.Alas, even the grandest dream must yield before the grim intrusion of the real world, and today was no. I held her and Xan immediately hugged Betts as well. “We need to be strong and help Mom and Anna. But we need to be strong for us as well. You need to call Allen and just talk to him. Someone has attacked the country. They’ve flown planes into the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon. God only knows if that’s all. We all need to call our families and then take care of Moms.”Before I’d finished, Betts was crying and trying to dial the number on her cell phone. I carried Xan back out.