They were clearly together, and while Canaan Hall was a large building, the chances were good that Mr. C was coming to his classroom. “Do we have en...ugh time to get out of here before they get here?” I asked, pulling my pants up and finding my shirt. “Maybe… if… I… could… get… these… damn… pants… back… on…” Clara swore as she tried to wrestle her pants up her thighs. She was still topless, and it was going to take more time than we had to get her presentable. Even though I was just about ready. That summer, she told me that this friend, now known as Frank, had a wonderful backyard pool with lush greenery that he and his wife had tended for years to ensure that they had absolute privacy. She also excitedly told me that even though she was much older than her, she was inconsolable in her lust for his cock which was apparently they thickest she had ever seen. She has never been what some call a size queen so I was surprised by the fervor with which she described it. That night as she sat. It was infinitely more satisfying than masturbation. When he came in that soft comforting grip, it was as if he were emptying every one of his fears and tensions into the Vagina of the Dark Unknown.Vagina. He could have sworn that when the hand enveloped his member, it became a vagina. It had the exact same feel as a female vulva lubricated by the juices of sexual excitement. And, in the exact same way that the organ of a woman in heat would, it squeezed and milked his cock.Cock. He thought for. It was hard to see my shape beneath the maid's costume. It may be difficult to believe, but I really hadn't looked at myself in the mirror in months! I just didn't want to see what was happening to me. As I stood transfixed at my image, I stripped to my bra and panties. I studied my reflection. My waist seemed very small - much smaller than it was before. My stomach seemed very thin, even though Mistress swore I hadn't lost a pound of my 170 pound frame. My breasts were huge! They were.