What seemed previously taboo was highly erotic and seductive. It was so different from his normal porn choices that he felt instant regret watching it...with Dalia. Especially, when the guilt gave way to an all too-familiar feeling of utter horniness, and his dick began to expand with her sitting next to him. He was acutely aware of her arm against his, their legs touching, and Dalia's own impressive set of tits, begging for freedom, swelling against her white t-shirt. They moved on to a few. The pace was unhurried, the paramours getting pleasant stimulation, taking their time to enjoy each tight drawn out stroke. Allen was less urgent following the hot-tub pressure release. Hilda interspersed Allen’s hip thrusts with sugar kisses. They exchanged cooed encouragements, nuzzled necks and nipped earlobes, brushed cheeks and eyelash flutters. Sometimes they rested, Allen confining Hilda beneath his full weight, inferring dominance in bed. Then Allen would brace up and stroke just a. She had explained that I was not gay, I was just wearing women's undergarments, and it was actually quite common. I groaned, but appreciated the fact that she didn't spill the will, the inheritance and the requirement to them. It's just that they would now figure me for a permanent crossdresser, instead of just the next month.I went in and got caught up on my work after having been off for a week. I couldn't believe how fast I did it. It seemed effortless. I was home by 02:00.Though I didn't. "I want to watch you **** Claire Turner over that table. The way you ****d me two weeks ago" As the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. He stood bolt upright, grabbed my hair and dragged me to the same table. Threw me over it face down without a word. He was angry, I could tell. Without a word, he yanked my skirt up, grabbed one leg, put it on the table, grabbed the crotch of my nylons and ripped them open without effort. One hand pinned my hands behind his back. The other hand, I.