He then stood and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. "Oh yes Phil. Take me please. Make me your bride". A little pressure and I felt his head pop...in. It was hard and warm and I felt filled as he pushed balls deep into my virgin sissy hole. Oh god it felt so good. He moved in and out slowly and initially I felt like I wanted a crap but this subsided and I felt as though I was being fucked. He took it slower and I wanted a good fucking. I was overcome with lust and I wanted him to **** my. Her yoga pants where tight to her sculpted thighs, her top was little more that a thin sports bra and her breasts where large and perfect, likely implants. She moved gracefully and as she walked ahead he could see sweat glinting on her body, She was defiantly her daughters mother. Terence guessed she was in her 50’s but looked as if she was in her late 30’s to early 40’s.As she led him to the living room he noticed it was like a museum of military artifacts. “Have a seat Sergeant” As he sat he. ”I saunter up to you, gently swaying my wide hips, chocolate brown breasts jiggling with each step I make. Taking you by surprise, I grab you by your pathetic excuse for a crotch, quickly unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping your trousers, letting them fall and leaving you in your juvenile, and curiously pastel pink, tighty whities. After looking at your underwear and derisively snorting, I quickly pull them down as well, revealing the stub you’ve dared to tell me was a penis. Trent, having. I should go to the police. I should go anywhere but to that after-hours show, but after I drop this note off at your house, I am going back to Diabla. = = = = = = = That's where Pete's note ended. I didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but this didn't sound good at all. I headed down to the end of Adams street where he had said the club was located. His car was sitting in the parking lot along with a couple of police cars and a fire truck. I pulled up next to Pete's car and walked.