There was also a hint of palepink nail polish on the toes. ankletsHe saw me checking him out and he blushed red."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," I...said."That's okay," he replied meekly."It's just that you're so pretty," I added.He blushed again, and smiled.As I pretended to dial the phone, he asked, "Would you like some teawhile you wait for your tow-service?" "That would be great Mr er.." Sam." That would be great Sam," I beamed at him.Clearly, he was uncomfortable with my presence. The. . "Pink panties" She teases me with a smile. "My favourite gift wrapped in my favourite color." Can I see a bit closer?" She asks. Still looking at my crotch. My hard-on is clearly visible thru the trousers. She moves closer and smells the bulge. But does not touch it. "It seems to be very eager to get out. Should we move to the bedroom?"."Not yet" I answer while moving back away from her. "I want to see your panties you know. "I want to see how my present will be spent"She gets up and puts. Maybe she's ready now. We're gonna try, anyway." The handler again. Grabbing the cloth curtain with his teeth, he tugged until the cheap metal rod popped free. Even with his slightly distorted vision, he could easily make out three humans. Doc and the handler, and a shaggy-haired young man with a very familiar face. Eric hadn't seen it in two months, but it belonged to him! Stunned, he watched as the handler went over to the van and came back with a third match to Sheba. The counterfeit Eric. Tiffany gasped and grimaced. It hurt, as she expected it would. Sheknew from what the research she had done online that if she couldtolerate the pain until Remy was fully inside her, her anus wouldbecome dilated and she would start to feel pleasure.Remy had his glans inside Tiffany's sphincter but was reluctant tothrust any deeper because he believed he was causing her pain."Come on Remy, fuck me!" she goaded him.She wrapped her legs around him and thrust upwards, ever so slowlyskewering.