‘What makes you say that, Chris?’ Her voice was very seductive. Sensual even. ‘I get a phone call from a friend who says a friend of hers needs ...ome help urgently but won’t say what it is, then a girl shows up at my house with a pair of shiny black tights and a story that is straight out of the Twilight Zone or the X Files. What would you do?’ Katherine sipped at her drink, and I reluctantly reached for mine. ‘So you don’t believe me?’ I put my drink down and squeezed the handful of nylon hard.. If only I was a woman. After a moment of kissing she told me to sit down on the bench, then she shoved the dildo into my mouth. I felt the sharp taste of the inside of my asshole on my tongue. While fucking my mouth with my ass-stained dildo, she pulled the yoga pants down to my ankles. ‘Try to cum for me, sweetie’ she said, taking my tiny pathetic one and a half inch cock with her thumb and forefinger and jerking it off. I marvelled as her massive breasts jiggled with each stroke, enchantingly. Peters' manipulations sooncaused me to forget everything else. As the climax approached myknees began to tremble and when it reached its zenith, releasing thoseindescribably delicious thrills to go shooting through my body, Iswayed dizzily. Mr. Peters was still talking, but I no longer knew whathe was saying.When Rene came home I had another shilling to show him. He listenedattentively to my account of just what had happened and wanted meto show him exactly what Mr. Peters had done to me. I. Linda was pissing up a pretty rapid flow herself but I was used to Barry massive bladder and slurped it straight down my throat with hardly a single throat contraction into my stomach. Dottie gave me her own last few final spurts until she had nothing left in her bladder to offer, which gave me a change to pay more attention to her neglected piss-flavored clit. Linda, who had stopped rubbing against Dot’s sticky snatch, was now standing up in front of me, so that I could lift up and take the.