. ? What twisted, demented, cruel, BASTARD would do such a thing?What kind of a sick joke was this?Then I remembered what web site I was surfing, and ...had to accept the obvious truth. The second hairbrush really was my husband's hairbrush. The company was huge and sold stuff through "the lady down the street" all over the country, so it wasn't all that surprising.There really wasn't any magic cosmic convergence - no hidden conspiracy. It was just that our parents had each bought us a hair brush. I stood looking at them until Mom turned toward the door. She was holding her shirt up over her titties and I nearly shot my cum when I saw her camel toe.Mom was looking right at me as I zoomed in and took three fast shots of her, from her naked titties, to down past her perfect camel toe.“Guy! Don’t get my face in those shots!”“I didn’t, Mom. May I take some more?”“As long as you don’t take any showing my face. Rachel was telling me about you and her watching our neighbors across the street. I. You have the most talented cunt I have ever fucked. You still feel tight as a virgin yet you play tricks with it like the very best Cairo whore. Your sister is a marvellous fuck but she is nothing compared to you Ruth.”He had continued to harden inside me and now was as rigid as a steel bar. He had ceased holding his cock and guiding it and was now slowly stroking it in and out of me. With my eyes closed I could visualise every inch of it, from the bulbous head to the thick veined shaft, as it. - Wow, so sexy... You are just a horny little sissy whore, who wants tobe fucked, aren't you? Say it, sissy! Beg for me to fuck you!I moaned the horny, gagged, garbled words into the large ball gag,making her laugh. She continued teasing and degrading me, bendingforward, grabbing my ankles and placing them on each of her shoulders,lifting my butt in the perfect position for penetration.- Is my sissy ready for being fucked by her mistress?I moaned in anticipation, swooning at her words, drinking.