"With an evil smile Marie said, "I do not think you can ask that. He will do whatever he wants with my little Filipina pussy, and you can not stop him...just like your fantasy."Pete cried out, "no, please do not breed her!" I could not wait any longer I put my fingers in and she was really wet. I then pulled out and plunged my cock up to the hilt, sucking her neck and her nipples while thrusting like mad. She came dramatically, milking my cock with her pussy, it was too much I came too, shooting. We may be in our 50s, but in my mind, I still see the sweet, red-haired nineteen-year-old whose virginity I took many years ago. I remember lying next to her, spent, both lost in our own, glorious, post-orgasmic world, eyelids heavy. Running my finger tips gently through her hair, I had asked her gently, "What's your name?".This morning, the duvet is kicked part-way down the bed, her left leg over it, the weak early morning light sneaking through a gap in the curtains to light her creamy white. She left the coffee percolating and went to take a shower.She returned after showering, a towel wrapped around her body, and another around her long blonde hair. She plopped down on the couch with a sigh. The doctor was starting to lose interest again. At first the blow jobs had so excited him, he was asking for them twice a day. Now, it was once every other day, pretty soon, she was sure, it would be down to once a month. She had talked Harold into trying to give her oral sex. It hadn't been. She then buttoned me into a dark, red dress that cupped my small bosom, was laced to the waist and flowed to the floor. I was led to the salon. Mistress Pickles introduced me to the other girls, all attired more or less similarly to me except one who was dressed in masculine attire. There were five and I had noticed them all before but now was greeted as a friend by all. They welcomed me into their conversation but, I observed, asked no questions of the normal social sort, such as my birth.