I removed my shorts, shirt, and bra, grabbed a big sleeveless tee shirt from Gerry’s drawer, and pulled it on. It was long enough to cover my pantie.... I had a habit of wearing clothes belonging to the men I’ve known. In retrospect, maybe it was my way of marking them. “Okay to come in?” I asked, rapping on the bathroom door. “Yep. Just me and my bubbles.” Gerry’s head was propped on the back of the tub with a wet cloth over his face. With muscled arms draped on the sides and one knee rising. " Oh," said Lynne. "So are you going to ask Robby out now?" No," said Jill. "I don't want to go out with Robby. He's not my type." What is your type?" asked Lynne."I'm not sure," she said. "Except I know it's not Robby." Well before you go out on a date, we have to have a talk about ... things," said Lynne, in full mother mode now."I'm not going to have sex with anybody, Mom," said Jill, rolling her eyes."I know you're not," said Lynne firmly. "But you need to be aware that sometimes a boy will. The girls hovered around me and walked me out to the valet. They watched me get in my car. As I entered my car Connie said, “We will text you tomorrow but plan on being ready by seven.” I got in my car and drove away. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine something like this would happen to me. I found myself very conflicted. I could not deny I loved dressing as I did tonight. I also had to admit I had the most powerful sexual feelings and orgasms that I had ever experienced. However, this. It glided along her slick cock flesh, pouring out around her plunging rod and forcing its way up into his intestines and beyond. Jeanne screamed and smacked his ass repeatedly, wailing like a banshee as she continued to bury her bloated fuck stick into his filth clogged rectum.The jizz continued to gush out, inconceivably, each thrust into his ass accompanied by a deluge of ejaculate being forced out of his cheeks in a loud, wet slosh. He could feel the hot sludge climbing further and further.