After Jamey's visit, she knew that she couldn't go on again. Maybe, if she were more seasoned, could adopt that philosophy of 'the-show-must-go-on'......but in truth, she knew she would never be stage-people. She was proud of her acceptance by the audience, still, she was not about to try and fool herself... she was not for this existence. If she hadn't been forced into... Oh, what was the use of thinking about it!She manipulated the Ford toward home, pleased in her mind that Max had shown. It was long before he filled my guts with baby-batter, but that cock remained hard as a board, which was fine with me, because I wasn't finished with him yet.As his cum lubricated my man-pussy, I continued to pump his meat into me. After about ten more minutes, He pushed me onto my back and entered into me, missionary style.I held him as he pumped his hips into my man-snatch. He never slowed down as he pumped me, crushing my cock beneath his weight as he slammed that cock into me."You're my. Tom did his best to not seem too enthusiastic, but his body insisted in participating in the natural movement of a man and woman. He found himself grunting as he jerked up to speed up his plunging into her.Despite his determination to take things slowly, the excitement of this new female body brought him to a peak in short order, and he found his body orgasming into her, sending jet after jet of his sperm into her yearning vagina. He thought it would be disappointing for her, but it turned out. I flipped on the light, listening to Sue trying to make arrangements over the phone for Mercy's flight.Mercy, using my cell phone, was calling another airline. I could hear them becoming frustrated. I thought to myself, too bad we didn't have Dewey's plane closer. We would just use that.Sue and Mercy were in a head-to-head discussion when Glenda came in with her cup and got coffee from the big pot that had just finished. She asked me, "Those two look like something serious is going on,.