An angel! Or so it appeared, for as the vision drew nearer he could see that it had something of the manner of a human, in a robe, but truly there wer... wings, for it was flying through the sky!Still lower the vision came, and now Carlo could see more clearly through his rheumy eyes, and the angel had an angel's face, round, like a cherub in the old, thick Bible on his top shelf; when it drew still nearer, though, it appeared this angel wore shoes.At last the vision drew very near, and the angel. Soon after marriage we had to come to Mumbai. We lived at Thane and Husband’s office was at VT. One holiday we set out for site seeing in a local train. The train was very crowded. He told me to just get into and in case we separate, I should get down at VT and wait for him at the platform. Else, I could return home, without worrying much. As feared, immediately upon entering I lost track of him. It was so crowded, there was no place to move. Somehow I stood against a wall with people pressing. He gently moved in and out a few times until she was comfortable. Quentin embraced and kissed her, and said, "I got a couple more inches to go. Relax, baby, I want to be in your womb."He pulled back and rammed her again. This time, his cockhead popped right through her cervix, and lodged there. For Lucia, the pain was excruciating at first. But Quentin's monster cock was all the way in - she had taken it all. She felt quietly proud of that. And there was something incredibly exhilarating about. I feel I cannot let him see me in my usually underwear of corset and girdles but that is what he has most pictures of on his computer. I plump for the corset that I bought by mistake, I like to feel shut in with a gusset but this one is open at the bottom. Now I need to find some black stocking, the last time I wore black stocking was for a funeral. I look at myself in the mirror and find that I look quite sexy when dressed. My stomach is held in and my corset ends just above my hairy fanny. I.