He dropped to his knees and licked my cunny after slipping my g string aside. As I smoked it felt glorious and soft. He then stood and I felt the head...of his cock at my hole. "Oh yes Phil. Take me please. Make me your bride". A little pressure and I felt his head pop in. It was hard and warm and I felt filled as he pushed balls deep into my virgin sissy hole. Oh god it felt so good. He moved in and out slowly and initially I felt like I wanted a crap but this subsided and I felt as though I was. "Here," he said, holding the jacket for me to get my arms into. Stoney's a good-sized guy. The jacket fit me like a tent. He surveyed the result. "Is this gonna even work?" Yes, it will work. Last year I wore Dad's. I need to pin up the sleeves so my hands won't be tied up." Uh, pins aren't something I have," he said."Well, I do, sir! A wise person is prepared for emergencies." Mom had drilled into me the need for her, as she called it, 'survival kit', a little case with needles, thread, pins,. We went to his room and began packing his things in the boxes. Jenny and Kelly took the clothes on hangers to my truck, placing them in the backseat. I helped Rob carry the boxes to the trucks and pack them into the bed. Once the dorm room was empty of Rob’s belongings, we headed for Jenny’s building.“Why don’t you two start packing while Justin and I go off load the trucks? It will give us room for Jenny’s things,” Rob suggested.“Okay, but hurry back. I don’t have too many things to pack,”. He thought, I know I say or think it ALL the time, but this is too surreal! Mom comes in my room all pious and dressed for church, and then she sends in Sis like this, basically ordering her to give me a handjob? It's contradictory. Completely bizarre. I kind of don't even feel like having another orgasm right now. I mean, I had ten yesterday. Ten! And everywhere I look I see some hottie naked or taking their clothes off. My mind is in sexual overload.Even as he thought this, Katherine took her.