"It's my number. See?" The girl unbuttoned her jeans and showed a tattoo on her hip, the number 1028. "No, poor thing, your given name." said Sandy s...mpathetically. "Oh. Sophie, but nobody's called me that in at least six years." Sandy patted her arm. "Well, Sophie, you just make yourself at home. All right? When I make lunch, I'll call you down." Sandy waddled off with the laundry. Sophie started up the marble staircase. It was chilly on her bare feet and she wished she had thought to put. When I suddenly hear a twig snap very close by, I turn to see Chuck about five feet away, holding a broken twig in his hands. "Let's go, Grasshopper," he says with a playful smirk.He drags the canoe by its painter down a trail for a surprisingly short distance to a very small creek that is concealed by the brush around it. I can touch the banks on both sides with a paddle and I have to push branches up and over me as we float slowly down it until it meets a bigger stream. The water in this. And come in ... my sissyass."Ty was really hammering away at her ass now, getting in two thrusts forevery push back Steffie gave. "That's right, Steffie," he said betweenragged breaths, "Take all of my cock up your ass. That's the way sissyshould be fucked. That's what a sissy's ass is for, isn't it? Beingstuffed with cock? Take it, Steffie. Take every inch of my cock now."His grip on her hips tightened and Steffie knew, instinctively, that hewas about to come. She shoved her ass back against. A furious female’s voice had a harsh tone, which told him Lucky didn’t mean good luck for him. Tensing up, he thought to roll over and spring on her. Then the sharp, triple clicks made him freeze.“I’ll blow you a new asshole if you try anything. Up, Mr. Lucky, come on, white boy, on your feet.”The pounding in his chest was almost to the point of pain. After a second, he pushed up and stood tense, not knowing what was coming. “Keep your eyeballs straight ahead. Don’t turn around, or I’ll blast.