Long and not thick, but it would be enough for her. Enough to get off and escape. Heather knew what happened with sex and as guilty as she felt, it ju...t felt too good for her to give up."What are you waiting for? Hurry."He stepped up to the hospital bed. Their sex-matched perfectly, and he sank into her without any issues. "God, you're so slick and tight."She knew it to be a true statement; not something said in the moment to keep the honey pot producing. Everyman she that she had been with. As he watched, his mother’s friend grabbed her breasts and began to pull on her nipples and cry out in ecstasy while the black man’s mouth worked on her pussy. ‘Yes!!! Oh, Deacon, yes!!!!!’ she cried as the man punished her clit and vagina with his lips and tongue. ‘Yes, Deacon!! Yes!! That’s itt!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I’m cumming!!! Oh Deacon!!!! Deaconnnnnnnnnn!!! Deaconnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!’ Her hips rose off the bed, gyrating wildly, and her hands tore at the bedcovers. From his vantage. Unbeknown to her and my friends, I was a closet crossdresser, a sissy who fantasised about dressing up and sleeping with guys. It was a confusing time for me, I was almost certain I was straight but part of me craved cock, especially when I was crossdressed. I would dress all sexy in my own underwear and sisters clothes (I was lucky to have an older sister so access to a full wardrobe) and play with myself until my cock was sore and balls empty - I would fantasise about being with a guy and. “How could you even think I could do that! He raped me, ok? He raped me! I hope you are happy.” She said and ran out crying.About two hours latter, her grandfather returned and Brianna listened from the kitchen at their voices, which suggested he had gotten into a heated argument with her mother. She knew she was in trouble. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, she thought.Moments later, her grandfather stormed into the kitchen, his anger evident in his face and grabbed her by the collar of.