' I still hadn't got used to Emma with a dirtymouth.Thankfully I was leaking pre-cum like a fire hose. That and the coating ofher juices was just enou...h. I pushed forward, a little more gently, andfelt her anus contract around my cock head. My breathing was ragged. Iwaited a moment, and then felt her arsehole dilate.'Oh God.' She dropped her head back onto the table as I pushed my dick upto the hilt; she rolled it violently as I started packing cock in and outof her arse. The tightness felt. I never wanted to take them off.On my feet, short black boots with low heels this time. I did not want toslip and fall!Always, all the time, I got the nicest lingerie. Lacy, shapely, sometimeswith discreet features which enhanced my appearance, and why not? Ideserved it! And when I put them on, I always seemed to feel you caressingme.Spring has come and gone now, and I have not seen you, not once. I realizethat we are different people, and must lead different lives. I realize wecannot live. He closed the door.Sitting down behind his desk the delayed effect of his decision caught up with him, leaving him trembling. He had done it. He'd cut off the way back – one bridge down, more to follow. He'd write his resignation, gather his stuff, take his last check and free days, and leave. But first he'd call."Hello?" Her voice was clear; no pounding music this time, no background voices."It's me, André," he said. There was silence."I am sorry," he added after a while. Hearing her voice had. “I thought they matched your eyes, slut.”“Eeeeeeiiiii, for me? OMG! Thank you, thank you!” Cindy waved them in the air excitedly, checked the tag and said “Just my size, fuck-n-a!” She stripped off the plain cotton panties her parents always bought for her and sat on the edge of the bed. Her short t-shirt could not hide her pussy from her friend’s view. Stacy stared at her friend’s young genitals, trying not to get caught. It hadn’t changed much since she last saw it, just a soft covering.