He pulled the van up mercifully close to the store, which I knew was open till Midnight. It must have been close to eleven.Piss-Master turned around i... his seat: “OK, gender-fuck, here’s your shopping list: get yourself some girly underwear, in your size. If you come back and they aren’t girly enough I swear I’ll send you back in without the shorts on. Now get that ass in there…the night’s not over yet!”i didn’t bother arguing, and got out of the van trying to pull the shorts and cut -off shirt. He stared at the message on his mobile. Me too J c u soon xx This was really happening. After six depressing months on the dating site he was finally going out with a real woman. The site, that promised much when he first signed up, had not exactly delivered. Every week he received lots of messages, but these were icebreakers and had been sent to every man on the site. Not one woman had shown the slightest interest in him. He knew that his profile picture didn’t exactly help. He was fifty. She felt his large erection pressing into the crack of her ass. His muscular arms reached across her and gently stroked her stomach and the undersides of her breasts. Megan didn’t respond. She was still annoyed about the mess in the bathroom, and Eric’s accusations in Esmer’ office. They had just spent $2000 because Eric wouldn’t clean up his shit. It was like he was deliberately trying to piss her off. Eric eventually gave up. He sighed, and rolled over. Megan felt a twinge of guilt. He loved. Jenni is late twenties with a slim figure, going in and out in all the right places. Her blonde hair is cut to her neck and has a lustre to it that shines in the morning light. Jessy was her usual self, running around at a million miles an hour while she chatted at the same speed. I waved, watched Jenni's ass flip from side to side as she walked and thought, for the billionth time that it would be so good to fuck her from behind.At half past ten, I was doing my usual patrol. Going from property.