Larry's suit was on a hanger and this note was on the refrigerator.'Nicole I got a job. I came home and changed into some work cloths andset some stea...s up for tonight. I will flip you to see who cooks. Larry'. I knew Larry. He would keep his suit clean and some thing else. Ialso saw he used his Dockers and a Polo shirt. He was still playingsmart. He also was looking at song lyrics. Larry could sing and I knewthe Wellman Clinic's Talent/No Talent Show was coming up. He was notlooking at his. No, not relaxing. Isabelle's lips were quivering. I worried about what to say next.After I while I asked, "You okay Issie?"There were a few seconds of silence, and then Isabelle sobbed out the word "No!" and the dam burst. Isabelle's face grimaced into a world of pain as she cried. She started telling me of her ordeal earlier in the day. The bailiff had led her to a women's restroom. Fortunately the bailiff was a guy and stayed outside. Isabelle thought she was alone in the restroom and she. She sensed my discomfort and stop pushing. As the pain eased she pushed forward again, and the head popped in past my sphincter muscle, and the pain returned. Once again she stopped and the pain eased. She pressed forward and as the head came in contact with my prostate a good warm feeling came over me. Soon she had her entire cock buried in my ass and the pain slowly went away. She rested there letting me get used to the stuffed feeling. Then she began slowly fucking me with short strokes. Ed turned around on top of me and brought his lips up to my ear. “Not yet,” he whispered. I let out a moan and arched my body up against his, craving what he was about to give me. He reached down and undid his pants, pulling out his cock, wet with pre-cum. My chest heaved as I relaxed again underneath him and spread my legs. He pinned my hands up above my head with one of his and ran the other down my stomach before grabbing hold of his cock. Stroking it just inches away from my pussy, he.