A large block, partly Victorian and partly, and rather dilapidated, more recent brutalist architecture. Not the most revered educational establishment... but Layla was almost the star pupil and her fellow students were so supportive of her. She couldn't let down them. Or her mother. She gripped her satchel tightly to her corduroy lap and brushed some dust off her cotton sweatshirt."I'll never let you down, Mum! Never! I love you. I'll tell Marianne we're not to see each other until after it's all. "I called her when Zack came in to pitch and we stayed on the phone for a while. She said she would give him time to talk to the media and get showered before she called him back. She tried to deafen me when he got the last out."Indeed, Zack walked out of the players' entrance a few minutes later with his phone pressed to his ear. He chatted amiably with Tara as the group drove to the bistro for a late supper. Brock was glad to see him happier but he knew the underlying problem hadn't been. Her back arched to receive him better and slowly but surely Darren worked his BBC inside my wife's pussy. My wife was looking to grab onto anything at this point, you could tell she was in so much bliss at that moment. Then Darren started to fuck her. He glided his hips slowly but firmly in and out of my wife's pussy. The noise his cock made moving inside my wife's pussy made my cock so erect. After a few moments, and some of my wife begging for him to start fucking her harder, he began to. Almost as if... as if I've seen you looking like that before!"He had seen before, of course. And like this! He'd seen me simpering andfeminine in those awful training films they showed the cocoons in thelab! But I wasn't going to tell him--And then it hit me."I have some hidden," I said, "enough to get at least one of us out ofhere. Follow me."Earlier that day, I had snuck through the hotel, feminine and nude, clearfrom the transformation lab to my room. Now, as the two of us--panty-cladand.