As with anything business-related, Dad got all gung-ho about it. The night before Halloween, he went out and bought us all themed costumes. Our theme ...was a farmer and his livestock. I was not happy with the theme at all, and worse still, he got my mother and i costumes that were much too small. I was a cow, wearing a one piece swimsuit with a cow pattern that squished my tits together uncomfortably like those push-up bras from the Renaissance. In the middle was a cut out that showed off my. I hissed I loved his dick, as I approached him. Victor smiled at me.I propped his ass up on some pillows. Now I had him at an angle that allowed me to easily plow my fake rubber cock into his ass making direct contact with his prostate on every plunge. It also allowed me to grab his cock and jack it towards his mouth later…Once again I pressed this huge cockhead against my husband's rosebud. Victor took a breath and I eased it in slowly. I had lubed the head enough… I watched his face as just. His blue gray eyes were stormy with lust and possession. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped. Her nipples, tiny rose-tipped buds, that pointed slightly upward. She chewed her bottom lip, feeling suddenly shy beneath the intensity of his gaze. Slowly he bent his head, allowing her anticipation to grow. His arms slid around her back, causing her back to arch and bringing her breasts up to meet his waiting mouth. Her moan was wanton and loud in the silence of the room as his hot mouth. The veins are sticking out like little speed bumps, the skin on the head is so tight it is shiney!! Once I give it a squeeze or two he jumps up abandoning my cock, pulls my wife out of the way and pile drives his fat 6" cock all the way in her in one move. As soon as he hits bottom he reaches around behind himself fumbling around until he finds my cock. Pulling me around and in front of him he slides me into his mouth, a little at first, then all the way to the hair. Damn, he has my whole 7.