Hatcher. I walked up to the counter. "Hi, folks." Tony, you have a phone call," Mrs. Hatcher said. I raised an eyebrow. "It's Mr. Hollowell at the mid...le school." She pointed at the phone on her desk."Thank you," I said as I came around the counter. Damn. I guessed the Morris business hadn't gone away. The pickledick had probably gone to Butz. I realized that I'd thought of Morris as pickledick and decided no more cousins for me, either. They were contagious."Hi, this is Tony." Tony, this is. Is this Lindsay?I was hesitant but replied, Yes, who’s this?Hey, it’s Nigga (I hate that word but it’s his nickname). You know, Ed from the Boston mandingos.How did you get my number, Ed?Is this you? The text included two pictures of a black dick inside me. I recognized my tattoo first then the room I was in. I froze, deciding what to do or say. Finally, I sent: Obviously, why?So I can send them to your husband and he will confirm?Please don't So he doesn't know?No, so please don'tThen I guess. We walked further down the street to the huge shop sally worked at, let's go in , we can get some knickers for herMy confidence had grown , It felt naughty being dressed like this, I was loving every moment of it,The shop was busy , mainly women , A few people spoke to Sally as we passed through the store we got to the lingerie section,My cock started to get hard looking at all the different styles and patterns of the bras and knickersSally said she could get her staff discount on. She got up, over my cock and just slammed in down into her. I thought there was no way that sister was going to be able to take my whole cock, especially not on the first try. This was amazing. She started to go up and down but she had to stop because I had stuffed her so full. She just sat there and we made out furiously. Sister started grinding around in circles on my cock and this loosened her up. She started pumping herself up and down on my cock and soon we were both moaning and once I.