“Fuck, fuck! Oh, crap!” In the mirror I could see his eyes squeeze shut and he slammed his cock all the way into me and then there was that delici...us feeling of a man cumming inside me and then a contented, satisfied expression crossed his face. I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. I followed the first rule of retail, I satisfied the customer. He drew back, fucking in a few more times, to get those last few squirts of cum out. I moaned and felt my cunt contract around his dick as I came. I see in store. Big watch okay, Mark?" It's VERY good. I like it much better than a small watch. I'm wearing this one from now on, as soon as the band's adjusted." -- I turned to Julia, asking, "Julia, why did you say the color was close to my ring, when it's exactly the same?" It's not the same, but it's very close. You have to look fairly hard to see they're different."So I looked at them again, considerably more than "fairly hard." Then I told Julia, "They're identical."All the females. I could feel myself getting wet and I considered the possibility of me fucking these two old men. Mr. Grizwell had just went through a divorce and Mr. Flare still lived with his mother. A wave of pity passed through me and I tugged off my skirt, leaving my socks and panties on. "Shirt too." They said in unison. I removed my collared shirt and bra, my nipples growing hard because of the change in temperature. Mr. Flare put his cock in my mouth and I automatically wrapped my hand around Mr.. The cuffs of her shorts started to pinch her thighs as they started to expand, gaining mass and curve. Her suspenders stretched further and further as she gained height, her waist starting to pinch inwards as her hips began to flare outwards, making her jean shorts tight. Her face started to become slimmer, her hands and fingers becoming longer as she gripped the bedspread. She could see her nipples poking through the tightening shirt, hard as pebbles. A tingling in her chest brought her eyes.