Donning her bra, I noticed that it wastight, but felt so good on me. Finally, I summoned up the courage tostep into that gown. I got it pulled up an... settled on my shoulders,but as it was made for a slightly taller woman in heels, it was way toolong for me to move in without damaging the dress. I just stood there,looking in the mirror, when it happened. Yep, I got caught!There I was, in her panties and bra, half slip and wedding gown, with aface as red as a fire hydrant. She, on the other. Crack. Now her left foot came up. Megan quickly blurted, "Ouch, I'm sorry." "That's better," he said. Crack. "Ouch," was her response along with both fists balled up tight, hitting the table. Every stroke brought the stamping of at least one foot and both of Megan's hands pounding the table. Crack. Crack, "I'm sorry," she whispered under a quiet sob. Crack. "Own, please stop." A tear fell from Megan's cheek as she sniffed back another sound of pain. Crack. Jason focused on swinging the belt. I rubbed the tip end of my cock around the edges of her shaven pussy. Yvonne did her part to provide the opening, using her red tipped finger-nailed fingers to spread open her vagina. I pushed up against her clit and playfully teased her. She grabbed my cock and directed it into her steaming hot pussy. I pushed forward, the walls of her vagina clamping down on the shaft of my hot rod. “Ohhhhhmyfuckinggawd,” Yvonne exclaimed, “Hold up.” I waited. After a few seconds, I eased further inside of. Again his slacks began to tighten as the seat of his pants began to fill out and lift higher on his body. He sat down on the edge of the toilet on the lid and bent over. The pain continued to worsen as he grabbed at the belt and tore his pants down. He gasped at the sight of his legs. Each of his legs was slender and hairless. He pulled at the waistband of his boxer's and yanked them down to sit on the seat. Andy, reaching between his legs to relieve himself, froze dead in his tracks as his.