He ordered, “Kiss this.” I grabbed his fingers and sucked. As I did, I pulled his body up close to mine.I reached down and grabbed his member and ...aid, “This is my big dick. My dick. It is mine now.”I milked a bit of pre-cum from it and brought my hand back up.“Kiss this. This is now my dick, my love-pole, my long fuck-machine. Now use it.”He entered me slowly, deliberately. I was moist and he slid right in. I grabbed those glutes and pulled him toward me. I felt him bottom out in my cunt as. I had shoved two pillows under my naked ass -- my skirt was still bunched up at my waist. I figured I could iron it in the morning. My feet were flat on the mattress with my knees up. I stared at the shadowy ceiling. The only light in the room seeped under my bedroom door from the hall. I lay there hoping my son's sperm swimming inside me would find an egg. But then other thoughts crept into my troubled mind."I enjoyed it," I scolded myself. "It wasn't supposed to be like that. All I wanted was. The hours I spent walking around waiting tables, combined with my aerobics routine had perfectly sculpted my legs. However, hidden under this long skirt, I might as well have given up, gone out and bought five cats and a tub of Rocky Road.But this was my best skirt. I'd saved several months worth of tips at the restaurant just to get it, though now I wondered why. I had to do something about it. It had to be shortened or hemmed ... or cut! I rummaged through my bag and pulled out my Swiss Army. When we had decided on going Diane disappeared into our bedroom to change. When she came out she was wearing a little green smock dress that was made from some kind of synthetic material. It had a simple band of elastic around the top which revealed the top of Diane’s firm breasts. The material below the elastic band was a snug fit all the way down to a second band of elastic, which hugged her just above her hips. The snug fit of the material showed she was not wearing a bra. It appeared the.