‘What’s the matter Laura – afraid to come?’ ‘No, darling, of course not. I just want you inside me.’ No sooner said than done. Holding my...thighs in his two hands, he adjusted my position on the table, and, with one long thrust he was deep in me. My slippery folds embraced him. Like Odysseus’s dogs, they recognised their master and welcomed him. To describe it further would be tedious. Love isn’t about engorgement and release, mucous membranes and rings of muscle. It is about lovingly sharing. 00 so I went to check it out. The owner was an older gentleman. He looked like a biker. Bald, tattoos, leather pants, leather vest with his bike club on the back. He was a really nice guy and offered to teach me how to ride it. I agreed, paid him the money, he signed over the title and he told me to get on the bike. To my surprise he climbed on behind me. He showed me what I needed to do and off we went. We cruised around the local neighborhood for a while and he suggested we stop at a store so. When I filled her with cum I told her to lay right there while I got my camera and took pictures of her. I wanted them for myself. I had her sit on my toilet and then wash her pussy before I let her get dressed. Then I gave her, her choice of panties to put on. I had washed them not knowing where the cum had come from. I wasn’t going to wash the fresh pair though.When Bridget was all set I walked her home. Her mother thanked me and invited me in. As I sat down she told Bridget to get ready for. And they are such pretty shoes. With such tall heels!When you met me, did you imagine you would ever strap into a pair of 5inch heels and spend all day wearing them?Oh don't worry, precious. They just think you're my special friend, theydon't know that you're a silly little sissy under all that frilly. Well,most of them don't.Now now, stop playing with the sash. I pinned it just right to highlightyour new titties and I don't want you messing it up just to make a show.Yes, I know exactly what.