Sliding his face into the crack of my ass... Licking my anus again... Oh, Rodney! Don is rimming me! …Now he’s swirling his tongue... Using the ti... to penetrate... Oh, God! I’m getting close again.”“No! No! He stopped again... He removed his face... He’s touching my pussy again. Wetting his fingers and thumb in my vagina again... Oh, honey… Now I can feel his thumb pressing into my asshole... Unh! He slipped it in on the first push... Unh… Unh… Don is thumb fucking my ass, baby! … He is opening. My heart skipped a beat. Sometimes I worry that someone will see in my eyes what I feel in my heart.’ It was stated much more eloquently than I could ever write and contained words that I could only hope to receive. I exhaled what seemed like a gale and took a deep breath to replace the one I had been holding for over a week. Come on, guy, breathe in, breathe out. Dear God, you’ll give yourself a heart attack. Calm down to a nervous wreck, at least. You have to survive until she returns this. "Lois' father had plenty of pull, and their seats at the Saturday game were right next to the visiting team's dugout, on the side closest to home plate. "Jeez, these are fantastic seats!" Paul said.Lois had taken him, via wheelchair, to the aisle that led to their box seats, and from there, Paul had stood up and laboriously made the long trip down to their front-row seats.Lois had folded the wheelchair and, pushing it, followed closely behind him. The trek had involved only about eight. I applied my make-up on thickly as he had ordered; three thick coats oflip-stick, squeezing a wad of tissue between my lips after each coat,to set and compress it. Finishing them with a heavy layer of gloss, Ichecked myself in the mirror, I really had got quite good at this Ithought. After fixing my hair, and spraying a large amount of heavyfeminine scent all over my body, I dressed. First the bra and garter,then the stockings, it took me ages to get the seams straight. Finallyslipping the.