Sheila wasn’t at Cavelier High ten years ago.But it still might have been because mom wouldn’t... So why would Sheila, she must enjoy it, or at le...st enjoy what it does for her... As my five-cent-psychiatrist would say, it’s about trust, the right kind of trust. Right now, I had the wrong kind of trust with Steve. I trusted him to not be there for me, to not put me first and to not notice me. If I did something extreme with Steve, he might just forget and leave me tied to the ceiling on a short. She smiled at me…The police car parked just close to us and two policemen went down.A big black cop touched the window glass with his flashlight. I put the glass down and this huge man asked me if it was not too late for being there with a hooker…He was talking to me; but his eyes were glued in Anita’s cleavage. I then saw my wife’s nipples were fully hardened in excitement.The man added it was a felony to be fucking in the streets.He leaned on me and said I had for sure got so much alcohol and. It wasn’t anything very impressive, just a simple average size white cock with a suction cup base.“When you were getting your cock sucked I stashed this one away for later cause I wanted Missy to finish off our night.” Mom said.I put down the tray I used to carry the drinks and got up onto the stage. Music started playing and I began my own little strip tease. It didn’t go to far and I made sure to keep on at least my ass-less pantyhose, shelf bra and garter that I had put on. At the very end. ” I needed no more encouragement. I pushed hard. She pushed back. “AAARRRRGGHH!!!! YEAH!! HARDER!!” I pushed again and felt her ass started to give a little. She was moaning loud now My knuckles pushed past the rim as she pushed against my fist. “OH FUCK!!! YOU’RE HAND FEELS TOO GOOD TO BELIEVE."“FIST FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!!” I plunged forward again and within minutes I was slipping past the hand and was sliding neatly into her up to the wrist! She was panting and moaning, I gave her time to enjoy.