She does just that and when I see that pussy inches from my face cum I tell her to give it to me . thats when she humps my face like a young girl woul... do with her pillow late at night in her bed all alone. I eat her wet pussy tasting her juices and she taste good . Then I tell her I want to fuck her face and for her to hang her head over the side of the bed . I place my cock in her mouth and I slide it in and out not going all the way into her throat . Then I lay on her so I can get at her wet. So much for the mystery of the leak in our group, I thought.The dishwater blond didn’t look nearly as young and fresh as I had expected from Alison’s description. She was at least thirty based on my daughter’s age and physique. Her blond hair was not as washed out as I expected and not nearly as unkempt. So I was forced to admit my mental description was way the fuck off.We all shook hands and traded names. The camera man’s name sounded a little like Girble, so of course that is how I thought. She had bought two pretty dresses, some pink underpants, white socks andsome girl's shoes. From then on, I often wore dresses at home and weenjoyed our times as mother and daughter. When I was her daughter, I wasToni. That was easier than thinking up a whole new name.As the years went by, we still enjoyed those times together, and when Iwas older, Mother started to buy me adult clothes, satin panties, slips,bras and teenage dresses. I still remember the magical day I wore myfirst pair of. Robert is an incredible man. So, what do you think?” She held the infant out to him, and he took the baby from her, cradling him gently in his big arms. “My god, Beth…he’s so beautiful. So beautiful. Like his momma.” She smiled. “I think he favors his daddy, myself! Henry, I’m sorry. Somewhere I fucked up in keeping track, I guess. But now, seeing Hank…I just can’t be too upset about that!” He laughed. “Hank? Nobody ever called me Hank!” “And that’s why it’s perfect for him! Henry, Robert was.