" I could feel the pressure mounting."Feel that?" I found I could move my head and nodded, more out of shockthan anything else. She laughed cruelly. "...Would you like me to make it goaway?" Again I nodded, but it was because I did want it to go away. Iwanted all of this to go away. Karen said. "Say it. say, I wish for youto make my horny feelings to go away, please."I said, " I..." I stopped at the sound of my voice it was soft and higherthan I was used to."Come on say it," Karen prompted.I. "Caroline laid across her mothers nylon clad legs and began receivinghard cracks with the hairbrush. "Take that you slut little bitch,wearing my nylons, heels, panties, bras and know my skirt and blousewith make up and a wig!"The sissy was wriggling with pleasure and began crying out, "I am such aslut, I am sorry I wore your things, I can't help it, make me your sissystepson!"One more, whack and Caroline was once again over the edge shooting gobsof gooey sissy cream all over her stepmothers. George, your wife is a very nice woman. Please look after her while I do some work." Thank you Michael. I'll do my best." Oh, one more thing. Stella, how would you like your meat?" Oh, you are good, Michael. I'd like it soon!" Rare then?" You bet." Deal. Chicken, George, wasn't it?" Chicken. Yes. Cajun." Okay. Thanks folks. Back soon."He walked briskly off to the kitchen then, pretending the other orders and customers were on his mind. The bulge in his pants made a liar of him. Nonetheless, I. How would I find my older sister then? How could our incestuous love save the day and make everyone happy if I was fucked out of the game?“Think,” I hissed, stroking my girl-dick, my pussy clenching. I watched the two MILFs writhe beside me. The Arab woman looked so sexy with her dusky skin contrasting with Becca’s tanned flesh. Black hair spilled down to brush the reporter’s blonde curls. Their lips dueled.They were both having so much fun.I shoved a hand down to my cum-filled snatch, scooping.