This is not his bedroom, and as far as 'recognizing what the hell just happened' goes, well, bit of a rude awakening seems to fit, doesn't it? 'Where ...he fuck am I? is replaced by 'oh fuck!' as the sound of footsteps hurrying away from the scene of the crime over the debris crunching glass and wood underfoot stops: Okay, I'm awake, this is real, and now what? So he stands up and a chunk of tin falls down off the track and 'now what?'This Brit out in the Jag, whom we've already seen as a very. I think I should keep my eye on her for a while. I'll tell you one thing. I sure wouldn't want to have to carry around those tits of hers. I'd be dying the first time I played volleyball with those things." I know. She hates them. She has problems when she rides her horses. She has to wear a special order bra when she rides in jump competitions. Even the best sports bra isn't good enough. She told me she wished she had tits more like yours." I didn't know she rode horses." I was under the. It only hurts for a little while and then you like it so come on don't act like you don't want to...' I drifted back off...but I awoke a little while latter when there was a loud clap of thunder. Startled I jumped out of my sleeping bag and into bed with Eugene, only Eugene wasn't there. Searching the room I remembered the conversation and went looking for Eugene and Wayne. The house was dark, all the lights were out. I found my way down the stairs and to the basement door. There was a weak. I wiped my juices over the cock hardly covered the tip which madeMistress snigger."Not a lot there sissy, it's a good job I have some lube."I blushed and took the offer tube of lubricant from Mistress."Get it nice and wet sissy because you know where it is going."I lathered the cock with lubricant marvelling at its size and wonderingif it was going to fit."On your back sissy, arse at the edge of the bed," she ordered.I moved to the end of the bed and then lifted my legs to allow Mistressaccess,.