Jodi goes to the dresser and returns with several pairs of pantyhose. "We need to give you some tits." she says while stuffing the pantyhose into her/...y bra. At the closet, Jodi holds up her short hair, curly, auburn wig. "How about my wig?" First some makeup, then the wig." she says as she brings some bottles and tubes from the dresser and sits down on the bed. "Kneel in front of me so that I can put on your makeup." I kneel in front of her and lean forward to lick at her nipples feeling them. Tears relieve my stress and clarity can come to me in such moments. When I had cried myself out, I looked in the mirror and noted my hair pulled back carelessly with a thick black hairband, my worn t-shirt, my faded leggings. When all of your attention is diverted from me to other things, I tend to let myself go. Resolution comes with clarity when I cry myself out and I am resolved to use all of my womanly gifts to restore you.Though fragile and so heavily reliant upon you, I am a dutiful wife. I signed on and began browsing. Truthfully most of the images and profiles weren't doing it for me, most were faceless dicks and asses, and for me the face got to b on point as well. Right as I was going to give up hope, I came across a profile, once again faceless images, but there was something about the dialogue that was written in the profile that got me hard. So I said to myself, fuck it, and went ahead and sent him a message.Not even a minute passed, before I got a response back. He. Sandy at first fought it, but eventually opened her mouth. Their tongues twirled and Sandy could taste her daughter on her tongue. Sandy wanted to go further, explore her daughters body. But she didn't, at least not yet. The restroom of the restuarant, as hot as the situation was, was not the spot for an incestuous lesbian rendezvous.The kiss broke, and they exited the stall, washed up and returned to the table without a spoken word. They finished their drinks and all got up to leave. Both.