I fill the cups with size "A" Lycra falsies filledwith a soft gelatinous silicone. Once inserted into the cups, they feellike the perfectly real breas...ts of a twelve-year-old girl. Almostbreathless with excitement now, I pull the satin slip over my head andlet it settle gently over my body. The satin feels so delicious againstmy skin and I quiver with delight.It is finally time to completely surrender to my urge. I lie face downon my bed, feeling my breasts press into the mattress. I undulate. I tossed it aside, sensing she wanted to be done with her experimental little fetish quickly. I slide the tip of my cock into her tight wetness, sliding in inch at a time until I was completely in; we both let out a low moan once my entire length was in. “How’s it feel?” I asked softly.“Ooh, w-warmer!” she smiled, though still had her teeth chattering. I began to pump at a steady pace, making sure she was as comfortable as she could possibly be making love in 20 degree weather. She thrust her. The aroma of coffee mingled with bacon and smoke made her realize she hadn't eaten yet today. The smells attacking her senses insured that this would be a much better meal than the pop tarts or canned soup she had been living on for the last few days. As she stretched and groaned she heard a light knock on the door. She couldn't help but smile, after what they had shared, a knock on the door seemed a little humorous. "Come in," she offered in a quiet voice. He entered the room and set a tray. He then took out his daughters bra and panty and gave me. I wore it, they were small but never the less reflected my curves. He got hard again and again kissed me hard. He took out a short top and skirt and made me wear it and we kept going. He told me we were going to Agra and be ready to be his wife. I felt naughty upon hearing it. He was filthy rich and he told his driver to get the car and there came a Range Rover. I was happy getting this type of treatment. We stopped by a near mall to.