“Mrs. Wilkinson, I don’t...” he started, but I cut him off. “Shh, shh, shh...” I shushed him. He went silent and I kept my attention on hi... growing member in my hand. As I stroked, it grew and grew. At one point, I remember thinking that it could not possibly get larger, but it was not even rock hard yet. By the time it was, it was easily the length of my forearm and thick as could be. Imagine an empty paper towel roll hanging between a man’s legs. That’s what I was dealing with. While this. “I want you to come, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan said after what seemed hours to Donna. “Or a least convince me you came...” A smirk on the face of Ms. Brendan showed that she did not believe Donna could fake it convincingly.Donna herself was using her tied up arms by now to push herself up, together with her tired legs. The beautiful housewife was sweating all over.“Oh fuck, I can’t keep it up any longer.” Donna thought, “If I slowdown she’ll whip me, if I fake it she’ll whip me, and I don’t feel. It would be cuckolding him if I did anything with her.God, she was hot, though. And Dad was out of shape. He had a big beer gut. He didn’t exercise like Mom did. Why shouldn’t she deserve a guy in great shape? Someone who could please her. I shuddered beneath the cold spray, forcing myself to stay under it until my teeth chattered.Until I couldn’t think these thoughts any longer.I wussed out.I slapped the shower to warm. Not even the cold could banish these thoughts. I was still getting hard. I. Pam grabbed Peters crotch , he was erect, she tried to unzip him but he ran away.Cynthia took her dress and put it on Luke, the skirt covering Rosalind's head.“ I think he will look good as a girl” she said to nobody in particular.Pam could see possibilities. “ If we grew his hair a bit longer, he doesn't seem to be stubbly. I think you are right”.Luke was listening but most of his focus was on Rosalind. He could not see her now but her touch was exquisite. He felt himself coming but Rosalind.