They began walking towards the rides, when Jesse called out "OH! LOOK!", and guided Pat and towards an Antique Photoshop. There you could pick out costumes and get your picture taken as cowboy outlaws, and other things.
"I've always wanted to do this...", Aunt Pat admited.
The girls began paging through the book, picking out the theme.
"How about western outlaws, that will be fun!", Aunt Pat called out.
"No... too boring," Jesse replied, "HERE! Now this is unique!"
"Oh... I don't know, honey... I mean, look at the outfit, I don't know if I....", Pat said hesitantly.
"PLEEEEAAAAASSSEEE", Jesse said in her most innocent voice. just wanted to fuck the brains out of her. She drove him wild.
Before he knew it, he was being thrown into a dressing room with an armful of brightly colored clothing. "Purple and gold, what the hell?", he thought to himself. Suddenly he realized it was some middle eastern garb. He reluctantly put it on, and stepped out of the dressing room.
After a minute, Aunt Pat and Jesse came out of their rooms wearing the most drop dead gorgeous outfits he had ever seen them in. They were dressed as harem girls. HIS harem girls. Jesse's long blonde hair was in a pony tail, both her and her mother's faces were covered with a pink veil. Their lean tummy's were visable, with gold belly chains hanging from their hips. Their legs were covered with dozens of purple and pink strips of cloth, ending in silken slippers.
The photographer instructed , 'the sultan', to sit on a large collection of giant pillows. He did as he was instructed, cross legged. Jesse then took the next position, giving a sexy wink, then laying catlike next to him, her head and hands resting on top of his rigid cock.
Aunt Pat took a similar position on his other side, resting her face on his shoulder, her warm breath on his cheek. Looking at her, he could see down her bikini top, getting a nice view of her large tan breasts. |