”Mom : “Then why don’t you get on your knees and let me be the judge of that”.Me : “okay sure”So I was on my knees and she got up and she ...tood astride me I was able to see her beautiful legs and instantly wanted to kiss them but controlled myself. She then slowly lowered her ass on my back but i was not feeling any weight on me. I asked her whether she is putting all her weight on me. She said no and asked me if i really want her to sit on me with all her weight. To which i said yes mom i am. Her fire watching wouldn't be needed any more tonight.Clegg considered the girl as she lay limply on the dust and rubble strewn linoleum floor of the bombed out building. He was pleased with his choice. She'd have plenty of chances to make a new contribution to the war effort. After all someone had to keep the Middle East on the Allies' side if they were going to keep hold of essential supplies of oil. London showgirls and hostesses still represented a valuable commodity with those whose. It just looked like I had a big clit. I was no man anymore. But Iwas not a woman. I was their plaything.It took more than two hours to find a comfortable position to stand inwith that thing in my ass. I was feeling the plug every second splittingmy ass. And a strange warmth in my lower abdomen. Like pleasure but notquite. My ass was getting used to the plug and it didn't hurt so muchanymore. It was uncomfortable, made me ashamed of what I was. Who I was,really.I was a shemale with an ass full. “Oh, Daddy! It feels like I’m gonna explode! Don’t stop! Finger me! Oh, fuck! I’m cummmiiinnnggg!!”Bill held his convulsing, squealing daughter tightly in his arms, feeling her cunt clasp his invading fingers like a vise, soaking his hand. He kept plunging inside her until her orgasm finally subsided. He only now realized she had stopped jerking on his cock. “Did you like that baby?”“God, yes…” Becky panted, “That was… that was the best ever, Dad.” She leaned her face up to kiss him, rubbing.