" I'll just check in on the girls then, before I turn in." If you feel that's necessary. I think I'd better do it. If Angelasees a psychiatrist checki...g up on her children, while she's sharingthe next room, she might begin to wonder why. If I just look in, itwill seem as if I'm just doing my motherly thing like I normallywould." Good thinking. I was hoping you'd say that, just pop down thelanding and check."I agreed and slipped on my satin blue mules then slipped along thelanding. My mules. I was equally nervous. Together we picked out her entire wardrobe. It was as if we were preparing her for the prom, not a royal fucking. She showered and I assisted her by trimming her mound, not wanting it shaved but cut close. Anne always said that bald pussies looked like little girls and she was a woman. She put on her garter belt and black nylons and then slid on the sexy purple low cut cocktail dress we purchased just for this occasion. She had her hair done that morning and it looked. Naturally. So he took a pic of himself next to that days newspaper and it was ON! He lived in the valley and I lived over the hill, about an hour drive normally but it was late at night and he raced over so fast I couldn't believe it! When he got out of his brand new vette, I know, sounds fiction but true story, he stood about 6'4'' and built like a porn star head to toe. Not that I even prefer that look but we'd come this far... So I took him inside and he made it really easy for me. He just. I feel it reach for my cervix, only to come up short every time. My vaginal walls close in around the dildo to hug it tight and refuse to let go. My lips part to allow this rubber entrance to my most sacred place. I stifle another moan as it reaches into me. I am not close to having an orgasm, but I am on my way if it keeps up like this. The machine gets slightly louder. The soft rhythm begins to speed up a little bit, just enough to send me closer to an orgasm. My body tightens even further..