.I don't know if I can do this," he said taking off the wig, "when Ilooked in the mirror I looked just like my mom. Since she died in thatcar acciden... I've felt somewhat empty. To see her every time I look atmyself dressed as a girl I just want to reach out and hug her and it makesme miss her even more. Also, what would my dad say when he saw me at thepageant, he hasn't been the same since we lost her."Anna sat hugging Steven in silence not sure what to say. She could seehow torn he was. Oh my god.. ooooooh fuck.” I was overtaken by the sensation of his cock rubbing against my prostate, sawing in and out of my ass. He started saying really nasty things, about how I loved his dick, how I was a slut waiting for a fuck. I was still angry, but his cock had started to feel really really good inside me. I could feel my own cock throbbing beneath me, and I never usually got hard this fast after coming. He was thrusting deep into me now, throwing all of his body weight into me, “yeah. You should see some of the shows I’ve gotten.”Jenny’s eyes went wide before she realized Brock was playing.“Fuck you, Miller,” she hissed. “It’s a sad testament to your life that your only entertainment is spying on teenaged girls in their bedrooms.”Brock winked at Merie.“Teenaged girls hell,” he said. “I’ve been watching your Mom. She has this two-foot long rubber thing that I think she’s gonna have to marry.”Jenny suddenly realized that she had rarely heard Brock joke--and he certainly had. I could feel my cum building up and it was racing up my cock. As I struggled to have Sandy stop she didn’t and as I was about to blow my load into her mouth, I yanked my cock out of her mouth and grabbed onto my cock and pulsation after pulsation hit my cock but I wasn’t allowing it to leak out my cum. I still want to fuck Sandy! When the pulsations subsided, I told Sandy to open her mouth and one long squirt of cum spewed forth from my cock and landed in the back of her throat. Not that happy,.