.oooohhh, you have such lovely large breasts for such a tiny woman. Oh, excuse me, but I'm going to have to give you some attention there before anyth...ing else happens..."And like that, Margo was out of her clothes,under me, loving my nipples on my hangy down boobs just the way I liked.Margo was true to her word. She loved me , well, all over my body, anyway. She was a short woman, dark hair, dark eyes, a ton of pussy hair (which I love, of course) Eyebrows (brow?) like the artist Frieda Kahlo,. ." the kid stammered. I guess he was probably in his early to mid-20s. He looked like one of the hipster douche bags that had overrun the San Diego area in recent years. "Uh, I wasn't recording anything. I'm just playing a game, Dude."Chris gestured for the kid to turn his phone around and the kid was too scared not to."You've had the phone pointed in our direction for the past several minutes," Chris said, removing his wallet and displaying some sort of identification. "The conversation is. Her stern glare scared me. "I asked you a question!" she snapped. "And I expect ananswer. Now, do you want to play dress up for Margie and me, or not?"Desperate for maternal love and approval, I knew what I had to say. "Uh, uh, um, yes, mom, uh, I'm sorry, mom." I stammered. "Yes, I'd like to play dress up with you and Margie. Uhmmm, and uh, uh, uh, pretendI'm a girl and serve as your maid. I'd more than like it -- I'd love it!"The women looked at each other and smiled. They took me to mother's. Not only is this sinful, but it will pollute your mind and soul in ways you can’t imagine. Your father will not be pleased.”Dee watched Chloe’s expression change. Where before she had been the self-confident, sassing teenager—a persona she rarely exhibited at home but, after all, she was a teenager and even the best behaved teen will push the boundaries from time to time—now a look of fear crossed her daughter’s face.“You don’t have to tell Dad, do you?” Chloe pleaded.“I’m afraid so, young.