Johnson," I said, breathing heavy because I had jogged to her porch all the way from my car. "Good morning, David," Mrs. Johnson said. She was wearing...a robe that didn't do very well at covering her soft, beautiful tits. She had a scar from a surgery she had years ago, I couldn't remember what it was for but Alan had told me about it. Fuck, Alan, I forgot to check his messages. "Mrs. Blake said you needed some help?" I said, trying to sound casual but talking fast because I knew Carol was. "I touched her," she said in a soft voice."You washed her?" No. I touched her, Sylvan. I gave my little girl a climax in the shower. It was so sexy."Blood flowed south. I could picture Marie and Sophie in the shower, mother caressing daughter. It was a huge turn on. "As I said, next time please, please invite me."Marie laughed brightly.We continued strolling back to town. My pants grew tighter and tighter. "What's the plan with Sophie and sex?" I asked. "I don't want to screw things up, but I. Despite his order, I screamed. The pain was unbearable. Fire ripped through my asshole as he buried himself to the hilt. His hand was over my mouth in an instant. “You fucking bitch! You're gunna pay.” He pulled all the way out of me and then pushed back in. I screamed again, but it was muffled by his hand. He continued this until I could no longer feel anything. He fucked me hard, but I was numb. I could feel my own blood running down my inner thighs though, and that scared me. He ripped me. ..I guess b..but..." Dale tried to argue as she gently pulled andtugged the lace trimmed silky panties up high on his waist and smoothedthem into place."If you're going to be doing women's work isn't it much more proper andfitting, and doesn't it stand to reason that you should wear women'sclothes?" she said as she led Dale to the little white padded chair at thevanity and had him sit. "Now let's get you all nice and pretty!" she saidas she started picking through the large assortment of.