I felt like crying. But oddly enough I was also hard, just thinking about it. I took a shower and lay down on the bed. I took a hand mirror, pulled my...legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given it the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought. I felt my cock touch the small opening to her cervix and pressed harder as she screamed. She grabbed my arms, pulling me to her as she fucked up to take all of me once again. My cock head slipped into her cervix and she screamed again as I felt her body give it up and begin to climax.I blasted into her until it hurt. I knew she was tight, I knew her cervix would be filled with my seed, she would be pregnant if she had an egg waiting. I hoped that egg got split eight ways to Sunday when my sperm. She had a pen in one hand and was bent over working on something. Dusty refrained from trying to read what it was because the papers looked official.Finally the woman finished whatever was on the first sheet and started to look up."May I help ... oh it's you Dusty! How very nice to see you again," started the woman in a bored tone that switched to a bright one as she fixed Dusty with a toothy smile once she realized who it was at her desk. She even batted her eyes at him a few times for good. Putting the balloons in the bra was a strange feeling; they filled the bra cups perfectly without being overly noticeable. When I moved they jiggled and their weight felt, well, almost natural.I had to put the dress on over my head, unsure if this was the right way to do it or not, perhaps it should have been the dress before the underskirts? Whatever, the soft material seemed to mock me by stroking my skin when the bodice caressed me, the skirts sitting up on the underskirts. I fastened the.