Johnson’s kind offer.”Of course Fiona left out some important facts like Carla’s desire to make me look like a girl. I didn’t want to try and...explain that. It would be too embarrassing. So I opted for evasiveness.“Well, uh...I told her I’d think about it.”“You did not,” said Fiona. “You said you’d meet with her at the hair salon tomorrow. I heard you.”“Yeah, but I’ve decided not to, okay?”“Is there any particular reason, George?”“Um...I think Carla wants me to be...girly.” I said it. I. As dad got into position, Samantha tensed up and asked how much pain would she have putting that inside of her. I told her to just relax and that it was only going to hurt for a minute or so.Dad put the head of his cock up to her pussy while Nicole and I stood in amazement. Samantha's pussy was very small in diameter compared to dad's cock. As he tried a few times to penetrate, he was having quite a difficult time. He backed away, turned and layed on his back. He motioned for Samantha to stand. I’ve watched Mum enough times.” “OK then” and Audrey turned to Ryan and said “Over Karen’s lap Ryan, sharpish” with a broad smile. Ryan groaned, turned to Karen, looked down at her lap and realised her skirt had risen right up so when he bent over her lap his penis would be against her bare skin. He couldn’t worry about that right now though and bent down and lay across the 17 year olds lap. He immediately noticed the difference between Karen’s lap and his Mum’s. Karen’s thighs were. There was no doubt that the widow had the hottest French knickers the Deacon had ever seen on a religious-minded female. Now that he had become familiar with the speed with which the bright-eyed brunette was able to whip those undies off her soft fleshed body, Deacon Johnson was up and ready to tame her raw desire into true belief in the divine inspiration of prayerful temptation.Maryanne was like the low-hanging fruit on the tree of feminine submission to authority. She followed the Deacon’s.