...way out of thisi was his sissy now and i felt it in my panty , locked and small all the time, i spent the next hour confused and feeling ....emptyi...started only feeling my ass , no more tingling , just locked and good to have pleasure by being fuckedit was hard not to pretend i wanted cock once he got home and txt mebut as soon as i got out of the shower and in panty i wanted himi needed himlegs up in my jeep , i waited for daddy and waitedwhen my cargo door open he was with a friend''ho. Bursting all of her balloons of hope when her mother disappeared for days and returned drunk and smelling of shit, vomit, and sex, she had already resigned to herself that they’d be no happy endings for her, just misery, heartache, and sadness. In the way that Richard Gere pulled up in a limo to rescue Julia Roberts from her life as a prostitute in Pretty Woman, sadly there was no Prince Charming coming to rescue her from herself. Whether working in Detroit or in Boston, she was destined to be. Then she did it again, and he obliged. She looked down at the six inch cock in front of her. It was thinner than his father’s and that gave her confidence. She looked back up at Donny, opened her mouth, and engulfed the head. Both of them moaned together. Tess closed her eyes as she savored the taste and texture in her mouth once more. She ran her tongue along the shaft as she bobbed, then she opened her eye and looked up at Donny. He ran his hand through her dark hair. Tess put her. Her hair had been brushed out and she had touched her makeup up since he had gone upstairs. “Outstanding!”She pirouetted around, then said, “I just wanted to wish my husband a happy birthday! How old are you, honey?” she teased.“Twenty-nine and holding,” he said with a smile. It was actually his fortieth.“Well, that would mean I had the kids when I was pre-pubescent!” she replied. “Sit down,” directed Terry, handing him the wineglasses. She twisted out the cork, which gave a pleasing POP, then.