She stopped protesting and just watched, along with all of us, as he leaned up so she could enjoy the incredible view, as her wet pussy swallowed more...and more of his cock. With a few more thrusts the young masseur had buried the full length of his massive cock in my wife’s pussy and was starting to make long deep strokes, each time he would pull it almost all the way out and we could see the full length glistening with my wife’s pussy juice and then he would thrust it all the way back in until. , except for one small truth since so many readers asked meto answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at somepoint in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at leastone person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the orderwritten and there are some things I've done that haven't made it into anyof my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem never fadesfor me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to all myreaders.). Miller said. “Should I bring it over, or would you like to come over and pick it up,” Mrs. Miller added?“I could come over,” Bonnie hesitated. “Or if Tim is there, you could send him over with it,” she questioned? “I bought him a couple of movies at the dollar store and I can give them to him at the same time,” she added. “I’ll see what he’s doing,” Mrs. Miller said and hung up. Bonnie was already prepared for Tim, wearing a white terry cloth robe, a pair of pink semi-see through panties and. "Hhgaaggh!" That hurt!"The two of you together are nothing but a big-" he taunted."Shush, no on cares!" I quieted him as I webbed his arms and started toswing him about like a huge lard assed shot put. "Now come here so Ican-" Oh crap. What!?"Tsk-" he sneered. "Using Peter Parker's same old tricks. Even thoughthe arms aren't attached anymore." Oh crap. His arms flew away but hestayed where he was! But they were snaking together about me and it wasall I could do to just avoid their cold deadly.