." I couldn't hear you slave..."I loudly groaned my answer, "Master, your hard penis is stretching my asshole..." Slave, why aren't I stretching your ...ussy?" Because I don't have a girl-pussy Master, all I have is a tiny little prick and a tight boy-pussy..." Yes slave you do... you do have a tight boy-pussy, but let's get into the habit of calling it what it is, all you have to offer me is a tight ASSHOLE, so tight and wet, and slippery, so willing, how many times have you been fucked up your. I watched his other hand and his cock, and he soon was in synchronous play with the two cocks. As one hand went up toward my cock head, the other went toward the end of his shaft.He smiled a bit, then looked at me and exclaimed, "This is fucking amazing!" I asked if he wanted to continue with both cocks in his hands. He became somewhat embarrassed and shy-like, tipping his face downward. "No, not at all!" He then took my hand and placed it on his cock. I took no time in reciprocating the up and. "I headed to another thrift store where I managed to find a few tops,another skirt, this one shorter than the last, and a jacket. At adiscount shoe store nearby I picked up slippers, socks, a 3-pack ofpanties and a cute pair of flip-flops. Finally I browsed through a fewdresses and tried on a few. I knew I needed to step into them so Iwouldn't mess up my hair and makeup. A few of them I couldn't fit overmy ever-growing hips. I found two that I just had to buy once I triedthem on. One was flared. Then half suck, half kissed her this was, every time doing so, he shifted out and then worked my way back to the base of her neck, and then move up the side of her neck. She melted into him as she was breathing heavily now letting these soft little moans escape from her lips.His left hand now resting on her left shoulder, and her back pressed firmly to his chest, he slowly dropped his right hand in front of her to find out that her jacket wasn`t zipped up, not even zipped up part of the way. As.