"Oh? Who modified it?" I asked as I carried her stuff to her front porch."It was done for my Uncle Franklin Rhodes, Pastor Emeritus of the GateCity Ba...tist Church. They gave it to him when he retired and he gave itto me when he told me to move out," she sighed as she unlocked the door.'For some reason, I feel safe with him. It's as if I am meeting my PrinceCharming.'she thought."Why did he do that?" I went on a Mission Trip where I was operated on and became who yousee," she smiled as she led. It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her hostess had almost knifingly insisted that this secret tete-a-tete be held. Appraisingly, Jean let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silverish, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her ovaled, full sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according. He reminded her how easily he had disarmed her, stripped her naked and devastated her tender holes in a three hour ordeal that left her begging for more abuse.Zargal put his cock in the gloved hand of Ashven. She could barely wrap her fingers around the huge cock but began to masturbate anyway. He grunted with pleasure and said she was a slut, a wothless sex slave ready to offer himself for a taste of his massive cock. Ashven, excited by his words, lowered the cups of her bra with one hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I screamed. Emily answered my scream with a startled baby squall coming straight from her sleep.“You’re home early, baby,” Lily said. “Come join us.”“Yeah! I guess you weren’t expecting that, were you! How long has this been going on?” I was beyond rationality. My boyfriend and my best friend were fucking. How could I have been so stupid.“From the morning after my graduation,” Bruce said. “You were there.”“I’m taking my baby and going for a walk. Get.