She had the smile of a princess and the kindness of a saint. She never cursed or held a grudge against anyone. She had no tattoos and piercings becaus... she is a sophisticated lady. She had a British accent and loves to listen to soft rock music. She was not a tomboy, and you could tell because she always wore makeup and short skirts with black leather-high-heels and fishnet stockings that barely reached her thighs. She would also wear fishnet stockings on her arms too. Her fingernails and toe. I was getting laid. By a hard healthy cock. I bounced on Steve, squeezing him with my vagina, riding him for my pleasure. His cock reached deep into me, satisfying my needs, bringing me to another orgasm. "OH fuck yeah Steve, you did it, oooh fuck. Now give me your cum." By now he was pumping his cock up into me grunting as he held my ass, holding me so he could push up, filling me, savoring his first time. Then with a tensing of his body he pulled me onto him and came, spurting his cum into my. "I have never seen anyone dressed as he," said Jane."Nor I," said Hild.I examined him. He was not unconscious but groaning and holding his lower abdomen. I tried to get him to stand but he was unable to do so. It was obvious that he was in severe pain. I had tried to take a haversack like valise from him, but he clutched it tightly to his body.It was going to be difficult to move him unless we had a stretcher. Then I remembered the old inner tubes I had taken off the wheels, when I made our hot. I then tell myself, "Go for it baby, too late to turn back now. Besides, you my dear need a good ole fashioned fucking!"A knock at the door startles me. I quickly light the candle in the bedroom, and as I walk through the living room, dim the lights. As I move toward the front door, I can feel, and hear the wet sounds of my pussy.I swallow hard, then peak to see who is at the door, the figure matches the picture in the email. I slowly open it, and utter, "Come in Magic!" My mind is screaming,.