With both hands, I scooped up a large amount of the wet sand surrounding us and piled it up under Debbie’s butt to raise it up. With Debbie’s but...t propped up on the wet sand, I held one of her thighs back with my left hand while I guided my fully engorged member into her soft folds. Slowly at first I began to thrust. On my knees and with my back to the ocean, I could feel the waters lapping at the soles of my feet. As Debbie’s soft moans increased in intensity, so did my thrusts. Faster. "Well" said mother "How about I buy you some dresses and then you candress at home and be my daughter. It will be our secret."The next day when I came home from school, Mother had a surprise for me. She had bought two pretty dresses, some pink underpants, white socks andsome girl's shoes. From then on, I often wore dresses at home and weenjoyed our times as mother and daughter. When I was her daughter, I wasToni. That was easier than thinking up a whole new name.As the years went by, we. Gasping, you move faster, forcing me to take your cock deeper into my throat. The head of your cock hitting the back of my throat, thrust for thrust. Your groans begin to outshine mine, your cock thickens, and I know you're starting to get close to your orgasm. But it is then you stop, letting go of my hair, your breathing starting to get a little more steady. “Come hither, pretty girl,” you whisper, in that husky, deep voice of yours. “As you wish,” playing along, I do as you request. Moving. The newness of her sent strong currents of energy through him, his mind fought against the urgency of his body. The anticipation was delicious. Right now, he desperately wanted just her. Only twice when she seem to move away a bit did his mind threatened to shame him back to the sacred vows. The ones that he swore to someone else. But each time, he would resume the probe of her mouth with his tongue, stroking the thin lycra that covered her breasts. He was all here with her. And it was quiet as.