It was the IT guy, the one whowas a nice family man, and his only mistake was that too many peopleknew he wanted to be a girl.In the next drawer down,...beneath the one with the gun, is a pile lesssinister of paperwork. Utility bills are addressed to "Miss J Corsten',not "Senator', and there, finally, is an address.I stand indecisively to a moment, thinking about the poisoned mail. Whydoes she keep it? Is it to motivate her to succeed, or to fuel a hatredof men? I wonder what mister "I'm gonna. I still couldn’t believe what I witnessing. My beautiful woman was being such a dirty bitch, and she was loving it so much. As Scott started to nudge at her bum hole, she pushed back a little and it didn’t take long for his long cock to slowly slide into her naughty hole. “Oh god yes that’s it, slide it into my tight ass”. He started to build up a rhythm and before long he was drilling her ass hole hard, burying it all the way in as deep as he could. She was pushing back onto his dick and was. It had a kind of sweet fragrant. My mother got up again and positioned herself over my lap with one leg on either side of me. She grabbed my dick and directed it to her warm and wet pussy. As the tip of my penis touched her lips she let out a moan. She rubbed it on her entrance for some time. Then finally she slowly let herself down and pushed my hard cock into her inch by inch. It was incredible to feel that tight pussy around me. As it was in the whole way my mom paused for a moment and gave. * Trembling on rubbery knees, Heather went into the ladies’ room. Strangely, it was empty. Or perhaps not so strangely, considering just how many people had crammed into the upstairs room to watch them do…that. She felt both ashamed and strangely exhilarated. A minor tremor shook her and her face burned. She used the sink to wash off the dregs of her make-up. Two! I had two orgasms! Right in front of all those people watching. Oh, God, does this make me a slut? Too late to think about that.