I pondered ideas. Not for the bizarre. Trans sex I howled into our kiss. Mr. Mason’s dick. That I knew what was best for her. I surrendered into the bliss of my orgasm. She swayed back and forth on her heeled feet. He fell down to his knees, his hands parting my daughter’s perky butt-cheeks. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. “Oh, my God, my nipples are so sensitive now. Such waves of bliss flowed through my body. It was like I’d never been truly fucked. This one was an all black pair of panties with a single word written in sparkling, gold letters. My daughter gave me a weird look. My daughter’s eyes widened. He was a rough man. “Fuck,” the tattoo artist groaned. My pussy convulsed wildly. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Reeve slid both his hands
