John's mind was overloaded with waves of raw joy.His Lover now started a methodical rhythm to its massive strokes. Sometimes sliding all the way in, f...lling John completely, once, twice, three times, before pulling back and sparking his excited prostate again and again.John gasped and groaned, unable to fully catch his breath. He lewdly thrust back and ground hips in ecstatic circles. His rectal muscles desperately clenched around his lover's thickness in a frantic attempt not to break the. We had met at the pond a couple of weeks before when Sid and I had stopped to see who was skating.She had come to a stop at the railing where we were standing. "You're Jimmy Burns, aren't you?" she asked, watching me nod before continuing. "I'm Marie Bundy. We met at the mall." Ah, yes, you were with Danny," I said, remembering where I had seen her before."Would you take me home, Jimmy?" she asked, assuming I was the one with the car."Sure," I responded without asking where she lived."I'll just. They were over the top and did a poor job covering up (if theycovered anything at all), but they looked like they would manage.Hurrying to make sure no one else saw me, I grabbed a couple of corsetswith matching thong panties and a baby doll set to give me at least anone extra pair of panties. The cost of these items was going to hurt,but at least I would have some female undergarments.Tim and I were able to find novelty tank tops in their size. They saidthings on them like, "Too cute for. There’s work to do, things to be done. I start up the truck and back it to the house, proceeding to toss garbage bags in the bed, ready to haul a load down to the end of the lane. The bags are heavy, not holding normal trash, but items from the house that are broken or useless. I feel a pang in my chest, wondering what treasures I am about to pitch at the side of the road. On my second trip down, I discover I’m singing a song softly under my breath. ‘Sittin’ on the front porch, on a summer.