But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also...fucked harder and better than he could ever fuck anyone, including me.The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was decided that I should leave my place of work. It wasn't a decision made by both of us, but sadly my vote was kinda forfeit. I am getting wet justthinking about it. That's the difference between Heidi and me. Turningyou into a sissy was just a means to an end for Heidi whereas I get offon it. I love to see the hormones work through your body. I love to seeyou break out into a sweat. I love your hot flashes. I love how youbecome more submissive by the day. I destroyed the man in you and madeyou who you are. Heidi didn't do that." Most of all, I love how I will own you, how you will do whatever I wantand just devote. It was definitely a picture perfect cock. He kneeled again before my spread legs and again began munching on my now dripping pussy. His hands pushed and squeezed my spread thighs as his mouth continued to work me over. He then sat up, grasped both legs, and turned me around so my pussy was square to the edge of the couch, and in line with his raging dick. I watched as he took his trophy cock in one hand and gently open me with his other. He then placed the excited head to the tight entrance of. Arousing myself with the thought of you returning home and finally feeling your touch again. Deciding that everything is in place I turn on the stereo and the quite sound of my favorite Jazz CD fills the room. Lying down on the bed I close my eyes and let the music fill my mind. My hands lay across my stomach and breasts on top of the towel which is still tightly wrapped around me. Feeling the tension between my legs building I start rubbing my legs together. That way I can take a little.