It wasn't a sensation that he enjoyed, this empathy with someone else's sorrow. The fact that he felt anything, though, caused him to pause for a mome...t, almost revelling at the return of his recognition of an emotion."We really are, Sis! I'm excited about it, too!" Tracy let her exuberance come out."Pip-squeak, she's feeling kind of lost right now," Brandon put his newly-rejuvenated empathy into words. "Maybe you might want to save the news for later? We've got to get her over these injuries. “Your ass, I wanna fuck your ass.”“Okay, but get me lubed up good.”Annie had enjoyed anal penetration with her husband early on in their marriage and Mal wasn’t sporting a gigantic cock, possibly six inches or so and she felt that she could accommodate him easily enough.Mal spat on his palm and wet a finger, then spat on her puckered asshole. He slowly inserted the wet finger into her and began to work on loosening her up. He added a lot more saliva to the mix and was soon thrusting two fingers. "She let him watch as she pulled on a Tee shirt that said- Awesomeacross the chest in big bold letters. She stripped off her pants andcotton panties than pulled out a pair of panties- she looked at themthan held them up in question- "what the fuck?"He gave her a smile. "All I could find," he claimed.She glared at him than pulled them on, they barely had any kind ofwaist strap on them and very little rear and a black lace front.From the bag she took a pair of jeans. She skinned into them,. By Thursday night, I broke the three minute mark for the first time. She enrolled us in a mixed-gender aerobics class and required me to wear tight shorts that revealed how poorly endowed I am. Several of the men were openly gay and all of the men were better endowed, so the humiliation of knowing that the other women in the class were comparing me unfavorably to them aroused me and motivated me to work harder. After each session, I was also required to thank our instructor, Mistress Sandra,.