She is a modest lady and always wearing a silky black dress which hugs her wide hips and dips inside her cheeks. She has bent down in front of me many...times to pick up stuff from the floor and it was tempting every time to reach and get a nice gentle grab of her big soft ass. Its crazy cause she always makes boxers for me to wear at night. Anyways, I remember I went to go talk to her and see what she was up to and she said just a minute let me change into my pajama's. moment later alright you. I asked again about the shoe shop and she admitted that she was turned on knowing that the woman serving her was getting excited. “Would you like to make out with a woman” I asked. She thumped me on the arm. “I am not interested” she said. I told her I didn’t believe her. She thumped me again. Then she said “I will make out with a woman the day after you make out with a man”. Boy, did that end the conversation.She continued her little exhibitions and I could see that, yes, having people stare. We were making minimal noises as anyone in the house could wake up. We were ready for a second fuck now.He at once inserted his complete cock in my pussy by giving a hard push and at the same time kissed my lips to avoid my moan going out. He started fucking me again but soon due to over excitement I cummed. His cock was very thick so It was going inside after regular itches. It was even touching my womb. He soon took me in his strong arms and started to fuck me after touching my back to the. She whimpered frightened tones, but I could feel her masochism radiating from her. “Why don’t you get on your knees like a good sissy slut and suck my cock?” I hissed into her ear. Part of me couldn’t believe I just said that to God, but most of me didn’t give a shit. God was testing my faith again, and my new masculinity was getting tired of these games. God nodded submissively, her eyes wide in fear and her lips quivering against my palm. I loosened my death-grip on her cock and pushed her.