My dresswas outfitted with generous gathers, so my ample circle swing skirt fellgracefully around my knees. Underneath my skirt I wore two white chiff...onpetticoats and a chiffon slip as to add fullness to the skirt. Motherknew I found the sounds of my petticoats swishing and rustlingdelectable. Mother knew how I adored being her sweet submissive sissy andhow passive I became when wearing such desires.To compliment my outfit Mother had me wear a pastel pink flocked whitenetted fascinator hat that. She was grateful because it kept her from feeling self-conscious about her scars when she got into the water with him.There was always something wrong with her form that required his attention, but she suspected it was just an excuse to keep his hands on her body. Di didn't mind because she craved his touch. The light tickling of his fingers made her warm despite the chill in the air.There had been no mistaking his reaction when she applied the coconut oil to them both the night before. She. She turns back to look at the phallus when a second wave sends water up the figurehead causing it to squirt out the top and spray down on her hair, face and cleavage like a giant ejaculation.Her mouth was open in surprise and she got a mouth full. The ocean water tasted thick and salty. It made her revolt and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the water tasted funny. She coughed and wobbled as the skeleton shook again. Her ass bumping up against the wood like a. I didn't mention what happened after we came home.Mom was clearly shocked and upset. Dad looked like he had a real case of the ass. He slammed his beer bottle down on the table."I'll have to have a word with the high school coach," he said, "maybe more than a word." I don't think that will be necessary, Dad," I told him. "The police are going to get a hold of the coach. The sergeant, especially, seemed to know Sensei, and said he was going to let the coach know what was going on. He also warned.