.." when he interrupts me urgently."Don't tell me "he" or "she", Sir," he says, shaking his head as fastas a terrier. "I don't need to know, and I don...t want to know. It'snothing more than sending you to a tag, for me. Call them "the target".That helps protect us both." Is there a way I can stay longer in... the target?'I ask.Experiencing Julia Corsten's world will be a once-in-a-lifetime dreamfor me, so I want it to last as long as I can.He nods vigorously. "Yes Sir, Yes Sir. The more they. They would pick me up and toss me around, changing positions and fucking me hard. I'd want them to force their fat cocks into my mouth and pussy, and change places, taking turns with each hole. I'd want them to abuse me, and abuse my pussy the most. They would take turns with everything and even ram both cocks into my pussy at once. I like to think I would cum while they did this, but I'd be trying to hide my enjoyment from my hubby!Then after lots of hard fucking, they would ram their. Gazing into them, they were like the hidden depths of huge black pools. He was either very sexually aroused or he was frightened by me looking at him. I decided that he was perhaps a bit shy and as the train rattled on, I began creating a make-believe background for him.He was about 22 and around 5’ 6” tall; what you’d call “dinky”, I guess. His pale but slightly tanned and freckled complexion suggested that he was an outdoor type and I imagined him playing football in long white socks and. ”I felt her relax slightly, “Ok dad, how am I doing?”When I assured her she was driving well for the first time, she giggled a happy sound and rocked her butt on my lap. What she did, move on me like that, caused her ass to press against my prick and I reacted. It shocked me that the pressure of her sitting on my legs created a tremor of lust that surged from my nuts to my cock. I started swelling with warmed blood as Pepper drove. She was wearing a light summer dress with a wide-flared.