She then held the shorts up against me to checkthe fit. ?They look like they fit but you better try them on. Let?sget more things then we can go int... the dressing room.?The dressing room? Seriously, I thought to myself. Maybe if I beggedher and promised I would never ever wear girl?s clothes, ever again, Imean like never. But Mom had moved on to another rack of dresses in mysize. I numbly followed along.While she looked at the dresses she handed me the yellow short shorts tocarry around. He set his toolbox down and retraced his steps back from where he came, instead of turning back toward the front door; he turned the other direction and went down the stairs to the basement. "Mrs. Shannon, it doesn't look good." He said as he got about half way down the steps. Fran was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking bewilderingly at the three inches of water on the basement floor. He was a couple of steps above her and could see down the front of the shirt she was wearing. . Then, I layed her down onto the floor and took out the cock and began slowing stoking her vagina with it.Mrs. Williams: Give it to me. (I lifted my vagina and put it close to her face. She began sucking on it while she stroked me on my inner thighs and caressed my boobs. My rocking back and forth became quicker and quicker every time she licked and stroked)Me: Get on all fours.She turned over. I began fucking her from behind for the next thirty minutes. Our groans were in perfect harmony.She. Patrick took her arm again with a smirk, and they went on down the hall. I went to get Gloria and took her to my room.I was awakened from a fitful doze by a rapping on the sliding glass door facing the beach. I was momentarily disoriented. I had almost become accustomed to waking up with a naked woman beside me in bed, but not this naked woman. Those big, soft tits pressed against my back were not familiar. I finally remembered where I was and what was going on. I reached out and swiveled the.