Hopefully he’s not totally disgusted and thinking I’m so lewd.When he’s back in the room, the tension between us drives me to guzzle my cup of w...ne. He says, “Trish, there’s one glass of wine left. I saved it for you.”I go back to the kitchen to pour the last of the wine. The kitchen floor is back to being a plain floor. My thong is nowhere in sight. I’m so flustered wondering what he did with it and what he’s thinking about me that I forget to pour the wine and come back to them with an empty. He knew this couldn’t be real and shook his head. The sound grew louder as its source approached. The boy sat high in his bed, he could feel his heart speed and his vision heighten. They’re coming this way. What if they try to eat him? Is the window strong enough to hold them off? The sound of the door opening shook the man awake, shooting sweat across the small room, if you could call it a room. In the door or hatch as it was called stood a man in a simple maroon uniform with a gold. I could see some veins under the skinnear the large aureolas, and there were slight stretch marks on the topand sides, accentuating their massive size. My belly was plump, andsqueezing it felt so strange, after having been a scrawny guy my wholelife. I looked at my hands; the knuckles, in contrast with those of myslender male hands, were slightly dimpled in, instead of being knobbybumps. My wrists were fairly small and feminine, but my forearms were abit big, and my upper arms were plump and. He took my hand in a grip of steel and shook it enthusiastically. A few minutes later Pauls ass muscles clenched as he pumped potent semen deep into my wifes receptive cunt and as soon as hed finished Ahmeed took his place. The huge man placed one hand flat between her shoulders and with his other hand he guided the head of his gigantic tool toward her already gaping and sloppy vagina. As the tip of his dick found its mark he used his knees to push Chriss thighs together. The sight of the.