Patty had been a fairly steady dream of mine for years. It was a surprise to find out she was a real blond. I am sure Clara had no idea that she had h...r clothes off as she watched what happened in front of her. Yet she was certainly aroused by the sight she saw.Tom kissed and sucked Patty on her lips, neck tits and cunt. Patty's eyes were closed and her mouth open and she moaned on every touch. Clara was sitting on my lap sliding back and forth over my engorged prick. Her breathing was becoming. I had all this shapeless, tasteless, asexual, ragged clothing. It was all heavy-duty stuff, clothes you could throw in our industrial washer at boiling heat to get the bodily fluids out. It was all too small for me, then, but the tightness just reminded me how much I didn’t belong in my new body, how it wasn’t me, not really. So imagine my further surprise when I arrived at my destination airport the next morning to discover Dad had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to check my bag. I screamed at him. I could nearly smell and taste everything for a moment. Then I started parting her pussy lips slowly with my fingers and inserting my dick into her. I slowly put my fingers in her pussy and could feel her unbroken hymen. I wanted to break her only with my dick. Then I put my dick in slowly and I could feel her face convolute in pain. With one swift entry my dick tore her hymen and blood came out staining the bed sheet. She was holding the head of the bed tightly while I was moving up and down. She doubled the belt and swished it through the air a few times. "Let's go," Becky ordered. His naked shame increased as he walked ahead of her to the study. Governess smiled slightly when she saw the natural, comfortable dominance that Becky exuded. When they arrived, Becky stood at attention. "Becky, I'm rather tired tonight. I want you to give him his strapping. Fifty strokes. Take him to his room. Good night." "Good night, Governess," Becky said with excitement in her voice. She grasped his.