. and to answer your question, I've dreamed of making love to you for at least a year." She caressed my face. "That's when I figured out I was gay." S...ill puzzled, I pressed on. "But honey, why did you want me? Don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly flattered -- but there are so many lovely girls your own age..." Cherie shook her head, a wry smile on her lips. "I'm not so much into girls, Mom. Oh, I've done the wild thing with my share of cuties I know from school, but what I really wanted was a. I am positionedover the pommel horse and secured to the lower extremities.I feel the waist of my panties being pulled down. Uh, oh. I hadn'tquite counted on this... Sure enough, I experience the sensation ofcool smooth lubricant being applied to my rear. That damn e-mail!! Ihad mentioned a fantasy about penetration and it was apparently aboutto come true. I plead into the gag, but that just gets me a stingingswat to my ass cheeks. Maybe it will just be a dildo. I don't think Iam ready for a. ‘Do a good job, and daddy will buy you an expensive present!’ he called back. Alicia climbed to her feet, his cum oozing out past the dark swollen nether lips of her smoothly shaven pussy, and leaving glistening streaks down the insides of her thighs. She sighed. She was nothing more than a decorative plaything, to the middle-aged gangster, but her very survival depended on her acquiesing to his every humiliation. She padded softly through to the bathroom, to join her new master in the shower.. " Can't you put something on?" In a bit ... just need to air dry a little. Unless, that is, you want to give me the robe." Jack smiled at the preacher's wife's blush and then said, "Go on, sit down and let's chat while we wait for your clothes to come back."Marge looked around and spotted a chair. She sat down, trying to keep the robe from riding up her legs but she couldn't stop it. She pressed her hands on her thighs and kept her knees together.Jack sat on the side of the bed facing her. They.