Forsome reason it doesnt occur to me to slip on my boxers and I slide myshorts up, resting them on my hips. I lean against the wall of the stalland cl...se my eyes taking a deep breath.After a second to compose myself, I stepped out of the stall, and heard thedestinctive clicking of heels again. In my head I was screaming, ragingagainst the changes happening. I looked down and realized that my shirt hadchanged, my shorts felt a LOT tighter, and I could feel my legs beingmolded by killer heels. I needed more of this. I humped my hips, pushing him deep inside. I wanted all of him. My pussy squeezed at the sensations, feeling his meat scrape my walls.
 Ugghh, I moaned, an unfamiliar feeling building like before. I knew it would crash over me. Be like nothing Ive ever experienced before. Yes honey, cum for daddy. The pace increased and I moaned, spreading my legs wider, desperate for more. For the extreme pleasure my dads cock was giving me. Faster and faster, it was so good. Grinding. Under my jeans I wore two pair of coffee colored ultra sheer pantyhose. I decided to go with two pair of ultras instead of a heavier denier because I know when I have worn two pair at the same time they rub against one another and have created warmth even though they are so sheer. I am seldom without a spare pair and this was the case today. I brought along a pair of nude ultra sheer, the same brand and style as the coffee colored pantyhose.The layered pantyhose had the effect I was hoping for.. But Mom somehow found a widower in his forties, saying that she was too poor to support me and so was giving me in marriage. Later I came to know that the widower had come to know my history. His first wife was very cold and he never got satisfaction. So this time he wanted a hot girl! He did not know that I was burning hot for him!On the day of my marriage, my friends came and pleaded with mom that from now on they won’t get me so I should be allowed a last, farewell fuck. Once again, on the.