Eventually, I could feel his balls pushed against my own. At that point, I knew he had it all in me. I pushed my body back to keep him as far up my as... as possible. He started to move his shaft around inside me, as he swiveled his hips, asking, “Well, what do you think?” “I think I’m so glad I met you tonight. Do you like my ass?” He said, “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. Are you ready to pick up the pace?” I giggled, “Turn it on, stud.” He complied immediately. His hips went into a back. It had started snowing lightly again. As I made my way back to my car my footprints started to fill in behind me. Slipping the key into the ignition I realized my world had just been turned upside down. As I pulled away my head began to spin and I felt like I was in free fall. Fifteen minutes later I was staking out a stool at Murphy’s. Jaki, the bartender took one look at me and knew immediately that something was amiss. A buxom blonde who always displayed a more than ample amount of cleavage. I was lucky to find a job that came close to it. I was a secretary for Vintage Boutique, a pretty chic and highly expensive vintage clothing store. Everything they sold there resembled me and my mother’s wardrobe. I loved my job. I could carry my name loud and proud and be myself. My clients loved me for it, and I was paid well. I still lived with my mother, who was still as hot, irresistible, and charming as ever at 42. I didn’t think of ever leaving her nest anytime soon until my BFF Isabelle. "Are you sure" she said. "It might be a bit messy". "Fucking positive!" I said back. While she went to the toilet to remove her tampon I stripped off and lay back on the bed and had a little stroke of my rock hard cock, and a minute later Claire walked back in, now completely naked, looking a little sheepish, but absolutely adorable. Totally nude, she really did have a sexy little body, and a perfectly trimmed little bush. She seemed a little shier and a bit self conscious now so I patted the.