Taking one last check to make sure I had everything, I opened the front door, looked around, and walked to the car. I didn’t waste any time backing ...ut and getting on my way. It was about a half-hour ride to the bookstore, not too close, not too far. I got there a little before nine o’clock. There were not very many cars in the parking lot for a Friday night. I walked in and went directly to the theatre. They don’t charge for females or female impersonators. There were only five or six men in. Just seeing you paint the tip of my cock splitting Meagan's pussy would be awesome!"Debbie sighed, and scooted the portion of the image containing Peter over a few pixels by tapping on of the arrow keys twice. Looking at the results, Debbie admitted, "That is really hot." Debbie gave Peter a stern look and shook her finger at him. "You are never, ever to do anything like this in real life."After Peter agreed once more that he could never actually fuck Meagan, Debbie started painting. She was. At least, he gave that impression.Then again, it was difficult to tell with these Tunisian immigrants that seemed to be born with old faces filled with the marks of hopeless despair just waiting for the undertaker to check their pulse before burial. Luigi had never seen the man crack a simple smile and would have been astonished to have heard the sound of his laughter. Everyone called him “Waiter” in several different languages but nobody knew his name and it didn’t seem to bother him because. I needed a hard cock buried deep inside my hungry cunt.I asked where that loving bastard was when I needed it.Every Saturday he used to stick me with his hard erection; even before I could open my eyes…I was fully naked. I woke up and put on a short silky robe and high heel slippers. Then I walked around the house looking for my man.I found him in the bathroom; he had just finished showering and was busy with a large towel, drying his hard body. I saw him from behind; but I knew he had his.