He finished off the cream with a tongue swirl, then a nibble on her nipple. He leaned back slightly, Lana let her eyes fall closed as he manhandled he... hips. She felt floppy like a ragdoll as he squeezed and fondled her entire torso, then up caressing her neck and face. He threaded his fingers through her hair. She moaned and fell against his solid chest.He spun her around and pushed her onto the back counter against the wall. Her bare tits slammed into the cold steel as he pressed her down. ..Fuck, fuck, Oomph!" Bob, meanwhile kept up his thorough fucking of Nancy."Yeah bitch you fucking love Bobs big cock don't you?"Nancy managed to gasp a reply, "Oooh fuck, oh god, your cock feels soooooo fucking good Bob, fuck me, fuck me, fuck MEEEEEEE!" Bob was really pounding her pussy now, so hard that I could hear the wet slushy sounds of his cock mercilessly pummeling my slut wife's pussy. "I'm going to make your pussy ache for a fucking week, you slut." I could make out the moans and. 'Well you may know I was raised in Millerton, up north about two hundred miles. It's a tiny town, only about fifteen hundred folk, and there's not a lot of opportunity. I grew up poor, and worked my tail off, and got a little lucky, and when my businesses began to take off I set up a scholarship fund as a way to give back and say thank you to my little town.'That was about eight years ago now, and it's been a great success that has inspired quite a few other businessmen to copy it. It's one of. All my life I had been frightened of my inner femininity, my anima."Thank you. You won't regret it, Christine, or should I say now you arebecoming Christine," said the pantyhose. "Fancy a camisole, neglig?e orfull length slip to wear to bed?" No, thank you, my upper half is still Chris and will not surrender toyou so easily," I replied stiffly."Oh really?" smirked the pantyhose and I looked at my bedroom mirror andsaw I was wearing a lace silk slip which matched my panties.I was amazed at the.