He felt so pliable. I shuddered as I pressed his fingers into my pussy. I groaned at the incestuous contact with his thick digits. I rubbed them up an... down my shaved folds. I savored the feel of him. My juices flowed, coating his fingers.“Feel that?” I whispered. “How wet I am Daddy. For you. My pussy is yours, Daddy. Love me.”“Mercedes,” he croaked.His fingers thrust into my twat. I shuddered at the feel of him invading me. His other hand squeezed my tit. He massaged me. This heat rippled. I thought about that and shivered a good shiver. I’d had my first real orgasm with mom the other day and I was totally ready to have one again. I’d licked her clit for a while and, I’ll admit it, I enjoyed it, giving my mother pleasure.Her fingers met at my neck and, together, stroked down either side of my vertebrae, again very lightly. She used all her fingertips and stroked me up and down both sides of my back. I sank a little further into the mattress.I felt the back of my pajama top being. The waist cincher compressed his waist, the panties (how had they got pulled up? he wondered) hugged his crotch and buns, the stockings clung to his legs, and the long nightgown slid smoothly back and forth. And, of course, there were always the gloves, which tightly encased both arms and each finger. Each step made him realize all over again how very female this new body was.At the bottom of the stairs he saw the front door, and went straight for it. It was locked with a dead bolt that could. Hij trok ook zijn kleding uit en kwam achter mij zitten, Ik kreeg het heel warm, 4 van die heerlijke mannen handen over mijn lichaam, ze streelden alles.Ik streelde met mijn handen hun lichamen, Kussend en strelend waren we alle drie behoorlijk opgewarmd en ik voelde ineens 2 vingers in mijn nat geworden kutje glijden, Hmmm ik kreunde van genot. R kwam op mijnborst zitten en ging over mij heen hangen zodat ik hem lekker kon pijpen, Met veel spuug liet hij zijn pik met een dikke glimmende eikel.