She saw no problem in the role switch as long as we loved each other. In fact, according to the gleeful Mrs Rother the Vicar seemed positively delight...d with the idea. 'More couples should try it,' she said, 'men in skirts - that would bring them down to size, reduce their over inflated egos and give the relationship some hope of survival.' Needless to say I didn't share her enthusiasm. The inevitable day came when her mother invited me begrudgingly to her house for a fitting. Paula was at work. They seemed sometimes to be almost secretive around me, he would whisper something into her ear and she would turn red and giggle. I never thought much of it until one day I noticed they were getting along so well for a very good reason. One day when me and my sister got home from school my dad said he had to go on a drive up north quick to pick up something for work from another company, so me and my sister decided we would go with instead of doing out homework, I slapped on some jeans and. The scent and sense of her kept my throbbing cock feeling like it was still waiting to let loose for the first time in my life. I licked Susie's pussy top to bottom, dashing my tongue side-to-side deep in the folds of her sex, so terribly frantic to make her next climax splash my face and drench my skin. To my great pleasure, I was down on her maybe all of three minutes before she started pulling at my hair--squeaking, cooing, and squealing as an orgasm stronger than her first claimed her. My pussy clenched again as I stroked faster. I shuddered every time my hand reached the pinnacle, brushing the sensitive crown. It was like touching my clit, but it was so much larger. So it had much more surface area full of all those nerve receptors to stimulate me. It increased the pleasure a hundredfold, making me groan, my eyes fluttering.“Oh, yes,” I muttered to myself as I jerked my cock. “Mommy is whipping you up a big batch of futa-cum to make you feel better. Your Mommy loves you so.