You’re getting close, I can feel it. I can feel you expanding against my inner walls, stretching me wider. And when you finally let yourself slip ov...r the edge & scream your release into the darkness, my eyes open. And I’m looking up at the ceiling in my bedroom. My breathing is laboured and my body is sweaty. I lay there a moment blinking, trying to comprehend where, when & how as I watch the shadows of the tree outside my bedroom window swaying in the late night breeze across the ceiling. A. I can't really tell which of my fingers locates the real prize just a few inches lower.Such heat I have not encountered before. Probing her pussy the full length of that sexy little slit I soon discover that one area in particular seems to up the wriggling and sighing factor. Having little or no experience in the biological functionality of the vaginal cavern this is proving to be a work-experience program and I just know I am going to enjoy this lesson from the outset. Multiple descents and. Pulling into a service station I filled up and took my bag into the rest room. There I changed into more suitable attire for me. A pink bra, (falsies of course), my long black wig, heavier makeup, a sheer white blouse, an adorable black pleated skirt, and white heels. Finished off with a pink bow on the right side holding my hair back and a pink choker. Did not take long to be noticed. Walking back across the lot a truck horn sounded and a few whistles and cat calls. I smiles and a rush of. Sigh, it had been worth a try, anyway. Axorie changed the screen without comment.A desert caravan, dusky robed guards wielding massive scimitars, overloaded ill-tempered camels trudging along single file. "Too hot." said Hardcase. "Too boring" said Steetch "Too far to walk." said Freaky. Axorie changed the scene.A medieval village of central Europe style, on the Sein, Rhone, Rhine, or Danube. It looked promising until the cart piled with bodies was wheeled through the street to the ringing of.