“I’m getting all the glasses out of your room mister,” she replied. “Honestly, you’d think they find their own way to the dishwasher.”With...a smile, she was off, walking down the stairs in her sashaying walk with a hint of pregnant waddle that drove him crazy.Jason dashed to his room and looked for the panties. They were still there, thank God! While they were not quite under the bed, they were nearly under it. They weren’t that visible, he told himself. In fact, she probably hadn’t noticed them. "Please. Make me feel like a real woman." I told her. "Take me, use me." She didn't hesitate at all. She thrust her hips forward so that the head of her thick cock was driven right past my virgin opening. The pain was so intense my legs gave out, allowing all my weight to fall onto the footboard as I shreaked loudly. "You already sound like a woman!" SHe snarled as she thrust her pelvis forward a second time. Again I cried out from the pain and I almost passed out. Gasping. She opened the bathroom door, and seeing the hallway was clear walkedquickly to her room. She wore only a long t-shirt, and although itreached down to her upper thighs and covered her junk it probablywouldn't be cool to get caught short.Making it to safety, and slipping into the nice underwear and tucking,she made a turn in the mirror holding the shirt above her stomach. Theywere a good find, while more than she usually liked to spend onfrillies, she liked how they flattered her hips and bum.. Come on stand up, ’cause if you don’t, when I find you I’ll fucking make you wish you had!’ Josh saw the head of the woman disappear down a hatch hidden by the high and long bar, and quickly moved towards it just as she started to pull the cover closed. Grabbing it and looking down into her frantic face, he pulled the cover back and slid his body down onto the wooden steps leading from the hole, and into the basement below. Slipping the cover until it closed quietly above them, he carried on.