A lazy, drunken, smirk danced across Art's mouth. What astupid idea. The idea that he, Art Bellows, chubby, freckled and mostimportantly male could ho...pe to match or compete with an amazonian womanlike her was laughable. It hadn't taken Art long to realise it himself.In fact it had happened mere minutes after trying on the dress. He hadtaken another look, a closer look. It was clear he wasn't Jessica. Hisnose was too long. His body too fat. His brow was too low. On closerinspection Art was. I’m not into kids.”“It’ll be all right.” I promised my daughter. She was grateful for being able to stand up. She wobbled all over her room at first.“I don’t care if he’s naked, Mom. He’s so ugly! That’s worse.”I stood naked beside my daughter in the living room.“I know you’re not a little girl, Brat. But you aren’t an adult yet. I may be evil as fuck, but as long as your Mamma keeps me happy, nothing’s gonna happen to you.”Stace didn’t react. She was seeing this huge naked man, fully for the. I was amazed at what nice round tits my aunt had. My mom then fingered each nipple and pinched them as I watched them swell insize. My aunt then began to massage my moms nice tits as my mom started to suck her twin sister. The twin leaned her head back and moaned stating she liked the tits sucked. I watched mom go back and forth between each tit as she sucked the nipples deep into her mouth.Next mom then lowed the panties of my aunt. As my aunt stepped out of them she spread her legs as moms. I then carefully unwrapped the foil over the cork, un-twisted the cage over the cork and slowly twisted the bottle back and forth, slowly allowing the cork to slip out, keeping it from popping out with force under my hand. Finally with a subtle ‘pah’ the cork was free and I began filling the two flutes. I set the bottle down, handed the first flute to Emmy while I took the second. I raised my glass and said, “Emmy, Sweetheart. I love you with all my heart. I wish I could explain the speed with.