Then I motioned for my to come to me. I told he to get naked except for her bra, when did as I said, I told her to sit on my cock facing away from me.... She slid down nice and slow, it didn't hurt that much because it wasn't long ago before it was deep in her ass. when I thought she was ready I told her to fuck herself hard on my black cock. She would raise up til just the head was in the fall on it hard and wiggle on it and repeating if again. She ask me if she was making daddies cock feel good.. So disappointing. Though it does go along with him being a punyshrimp." She snickered. "And his voice... Mr. Macho he's not." I know, babe," he said as she got back to work on his stick."That's how all this started. When I talked to him on the phone Ithought he was a chick. Plus, that name, Robin, didn't give me aclue that he's a guy. Well, almost a guy." I know." She went back to just pumping his rod. "Sometimes I can'tbelieve how femme he sounds. I'll notice it a lot at night,. I never knew how much a girl had to go throughjust to look good. I was almost dozing off when Sheila returned andturned off the dryer."Hi dear how is it going?" I took off the mask and saw Olivia and thenI noticed that my nails were now extended 1/2" long and covered inshiny red nail polish! "Oh my god Olivia! look at my nails, how do Iget this stuff off?" Just relax sweetie, your glamour look is needed to fool everyone atthe club later." My toenails were also femininelypainted bright red.Panic. My mom was in bed with Bill Curtis — he owned a big ranch some miles south of us — both of them naked and both of them... very dead. I could see what happened: my dad had tried to kill Mr. Curtis but in his agony he forgot what both barrels could do. Mr. Curtis was most blown in two but mom had caught enough of the double-ought pellets that she died 'most instantly too.I forced myself to look at Dad and saw his eyes were as dead as my mom's were. He was still making this god-awful noise and I.