I kicked up my feet. I considered the fact that Heather and I were just another battle in the gender war. I was a patriarchal, male-centrist and wasn�...�t afraid to admit it. If I could fuck her that would validate every chauvinistic bone in my body. This was a battle I had to win. * * * * * It was that weekend I realized her advantage in this gender war. Heather had the power to control me from afar, even if she didn’t realize it. I had taken home one of those secretaries or assistants she. He pressed his cockhead against her wrinkled asshole, and she groaned and shook her head."Aaarrrthurr! OohhhhH! NooooooO!" You need it, baby," he grunted. "You need a big cock up the asshole. Just think what your old schoolteacher lover would think if he could see you now."In fact her old schoolteacher lover could see her now and what he was thinking was that he'd missed an opportunity.Aided by the lubrication from excess gism and other lubricating fluids that had overflowed from the girl's. Then my wife took her t shirt upwards. Within seconds the girl was nude. My wife again started kissing and folding the girl. The tailor also took the advantage and started licking the pussy of the girl.Before the girl could understand the situation the tailor sat on a stool and positioned his cock just below her pussy. My wife did the rest by gently pushing her down. The cock smoothly entered the already wet cunt. My wife helped her to give a motion to her body so that the cock would enter. The thought "These can't be my boobs" passed through my mind asif I overheard a conversation from my own subconscious. "My tits are bigand perky." I then realized that this was a weird thing for me to think."It's probably the MILF machine messing with my thoughts." I muttered indefiance. After spoke, my breasts started to change even more.Under the meager flesh of my boobs, two foreign objects came to be.Immediately I knew what they were, as the subconscious personality tookdelight. These were.