No matter what kind of clothesshe wore she was always subconsciously aware of the tenderness inher breasts. When the acute soreness began to fade, how...ver, shesought to re-intensify the feeling by wearing rough materialswithout a bra, which she didn't really need, so that it would rubher nipples. Like her son Bobby, she too masturbated frequently,more than she was used to in the past. And she also fantasizedabout their second time together. Her vision of the incidentdiffered, however, in that. They fit perfectly around my large ass, wide hips and hugged my smooth crotch just right. Not to mention I looked really hot in them! Was I supposed to look this hot in them? Everything seemed so strange. I also grabbed a pair of pink socks with white ballet slippers on them and slid them over my feet. I noticed my feet seemed a lot smaller and wondered if my shoes would fit when I made my way over to the hamper to get the blue jeans I was wearing the other day. I didn't feel quite right. " Matt and Tracy gave each other looks that communicated how difficult this was.Ellie lit up, "Oh, My, God! You two are an item? Holy shit."Tracy allowed, "Yeah, sort of." She gave a half smile to her friend.Ellie whispered to Tracy, "Have you done 'it' together?" The whisper was heard by Matt, and obviously showed Ellie's interest in sex.Matt and Tracy both said 'Yes' in low voices.Ellie swooned, "That's so cool." She looked at Matt and said, "I guess I can't call you Dorkface anymore."Tracy. Yet now, she could feel her butt stretching to accommodate this visitor. She felt pain, but also fullness, intensity, and satisfaction. Again, she pushed back against the force and felt herself even more deeply penetrated. She felt Mr. Johnson reach around her hips and gently rub her pussy. “Nice ass, slut.” The person she had assumed was Mr. Johnson hissed in her ear, and she was pretty sure that it was NOT Mr. Johnson, that Undertaker was fucking her. She was being fucked in the ass by.