He wasn't. Then, in a bizarre twist, a gorilla swung down from the roof, frightening me and the assailant... who took off immediately, crying like a ...cared toddler. Damn, a gorilla at-large! Where are the Cincinnati Police when you need them? (Too obscure?) Frozen in my spot, I awaited my demise with cool dignity, if we don't mention me peeing in my panties... and we won't!Suddenly, my angel of mercy opened the door and struck the gorilla on the head with a cast iron frying pan, making him. ’ sculpted thigh and slides it upward, under her skirt, allowing her hand to come into contact with Mrs.’s hot pussy. “Oh my God!” Precious thinks to herself when she realizes that Mrs. isn’t wearing panties. By this time, Mrs. is straining to push against Precious, wanting, no, needing to feel herself connecting to Precious’ palm as it presses against her, with her sopping pussy. Precious lets a moan escape her throat as she continues to grind and kiss Mrs. She can hear Mr.’s breathing. Brice was in his baseball practice and would be home a little later.My tits were hurting bad so I decided to use the pump to relieve myself. I went to my room, and took off my shirt and bra. I then got the pump, and realized it was not working. Shit! I thought now what would I do? My tits were ready to burst and Brice would be home soon. My children did not know I nursed their Dad and I had no intentions of them finding out.I was going to get dress again to go out and by a new pump, when my. .. would you like to read a fantasy novel?’And the slap never came.Instead, Sarah just said, “Good evening, Mr Carter. Are you dressed as a headmaster?”She cast her eyes downwards, as if playing the part of submissive schoolgirl. This was really playing up to my recently-discovered fantasy.Now my thoughts moved on. ‘Maybe she didn’t hear me... hang on, neither headmaster nor principal start with B... NO... don’t say that!’ I bit my tongue just in time. It took me a few moments, but I did.