Enjoying each stroke, which goes deeper until he is fully up in her and her vagina sides are throbbing against him.Emma’s legs clasp together, putti...g Donald into a neck hold as he pumps in and out over and over. He looks down at her and smiles, which just shows with his mask. Emma leans up and kisses him to let him know how much she is enjoying this.Emma moves her legs enough so they are around Donald’s waist as they roll over. Emma is now on top of Donald controlling this interchange. She. "Quite an alteration, Men to Women."She laughed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. That is best one we do!"I laughed too, delighted that she had gotten the joke I was making. "Well, you just be careful with my clothes, okay?"She nodded again, almost a bowing of her head. "You like? What we do?" I always have, I assume I always will," I told her.Still nodding, still smiling, she made another note on my ticket before I left.***I picked the clothes up on Saturday afternoon as usual and hung them in the back. She had to find him. He had the fucking remote, but there was a range to these things. He had to be inside the hospital. She needed to find Lucas and beg with him to stop, otherwise everyone on the floor was going to have front row seats to her coming in the middle of the hospital.Reciting surgical procedures in her head now to keep her mind off of the agonized pleasure growing in her body, she caught a glimpse of black hair sitting in one of the chairs at the waiting area. Making her way over,. Well named. I always used a cubicle because it was nice to sit down after standing in a tube train for the best part of an hour. The graffiti on the walls always intrigued me. Some of it was almost artistic. I didn't go for the hurriedly scribbled phone numbers with promises of cock fun. I liked the more figurative work. Someone had drawn a male torso with a hard cock sticking up proud from the side of a pair of skimpy black lacy panties. He was wearing the usual fishnet stockings. I felt my.