My hands are shaking as I try to open the door with the key. I finally unlock the door and run inside. As I'm trying ot shut the door, a man's arm r...aches through and grabs me. He comes inside and locks the door behind him. The man is hoding me up against him...i'm facing away frohim him. I feel a hard buldge through his pants rubbing against my back. His left hand is holding my mouth shut and his right hand is wrapped around my waist. I struggle, but the man is strong and holding me. Her finger disappeared into her ass which had me moaning as I kept stroking myself."John, come here and fuck Joan's ass." Dana had spread the cheeks apart as I moved behind my wife.In the thirty years we have been married she would not allow me to touch her ass the way Dana was doing.Dana sucked my cock, and then guided it to my wife's anus.Screaming out, "Fuck my ass!" Joan pushed back and my cock head slipped in.I pushed in a little further, then stopped so she could get used to my cock. I. Tilting the mirror so I could stand and see everything from the waistdown, I was amazed. I didn't look half bad, I certainly didn't lookmale, other than a bit of a bulge in the panties. Not my panties, unlike'my' heels, they still felt like they were Annie's. Maybe I needed toget some that were mine for this. No, that's crazy, I'm a guy, I don'town panties. But, I owned heels, and they looked great. My smoothshaved legs worked to good effect, all the running I did had given mynice tight. Johnson welcomed me as always. I wondered if they would be as happy to see me if they had known what I had done to their daughter. Mrs. Johnson fixed me some breakfast while they talked about last night's party. Mr. Johnson reminded me of our appointment in front of the TV for a day of football. All I could do was nod and put on a fake smile. It was midafternoon and halfway through the second bowl game before Samantha emerged from her room. She looked terrible. She walked into the family room,.