You're too pretty to be boy. In fact, your mother always said she wanted another girl. Oh, and there's something else." She reached behind her to b...ring out a dress on a hanger. "I made you a dress in my spare time. Here, try this on. It's all yours, along with the lingerie you're wearing. You've earned it."She handed me a floral printed dress with short sleeves, a straight skirt, and back zipper. She helped me to immediately put it on, and naturally found it to be a perfect fit. When. She cupped her palms against each cheek of Josees ass. Josee wiggled her cunt against her mothers face as they stared at each other, their eyes smoldering with hungry desire. Eat me, mommy, Josee murmured. Eat my little cunt. Youve come, and youre still hot and want more. I understand, that, baby, very much. Ive felt that way for years. I cant get enough, either. Suck me, Mother, Josee replied. Ohhhh, please, eat my cunt, mommy! Josee arched her pussy, grinding it into her mothers mouth as she. Then an idea struck her mind that she asked my phone number to which I was mesmerized that a girl is asking for a number to a stranger so boldly.We exchanged and sent me a message of the idea to get permission from her father. She told to her father that I am her school friend and it as been long time talking to me. Their parents also was so sweet and talked on general topics. When we about to leave she asked her father that she wants to come in bike with me as it was her long time liking of. Fearful dread crossed my face, but I was glowing inside. I waited for him to take the lead.“Over here, young woman.”I strode towards the table. My lips pouting as I once again stared at the belt.“Bend over the table.”His words were sharp, direct and invited no room for non-compliance. I leant over the table and I felt my skirt rise up the back of my thighs.I smiled to myself, knowing full well what a naughty girl I had been. I felt my Dad raise my skirt to bare my bum. His hand lingered on my.