There between his legs was...nothing! Well, something was there, but it didn't belong, not to him! Michael knew he must go fetch help for Bridget...but he couldn't wear what he was wearing, damn the girl she looked like him now. For the first time in his life, Michael wished women wore britches. He had to put on the dress that Bridget just took off. Humiliated beyond words, he dressed. It took him much longer than it took Bridget, not knowing how to hook and fasten and the buttons being on. Rachael was sitting at the table drinking coffee as she looked up and said, “You must have heard. Why did you celebrate your promotion without me? I looked for you after the interview and then just came home to wait. God, you were really smashed when you got home.” Willard poured a cup of coffee and sat across from his wife.Willard looked up at his smiling wife and asked, “What the hell happened? Did you call Leroy a ‘nigger’?” “He is,” said Rachael,”that idiot kept looking at my nipples. She calmly said to me, "Jason, I haven't had intercourse in over 7 months, fuck me right now." I needed no invitation, instead of her bouncing on me, she rose up a little bit and let me fuck her at my will. I didn't start slow, I was to horny, I pounded her hard, so hard within the first pump she was moaning and screaming in a way I had never heard before. Hayley took it upon herself to stand on the toilet seat, each leg on an opposite side, I was face to face with the teen pussy I was just. He said "no woman has ever made me feel this way in public." His hand slid up my skirt to my moist panties and I felt his fingers slide between my lips and I let out a gasp. Then he pulled his fingers and sucked my juices from the tips. He moaned out, " how delicious you taste and I need more." He quickly led me to a clothing rack and he climbed inside and got on his knees. He jerked up my skirt and pulled my underwear to the side. He thrust his tongue between my wet and throbbing lips. I put.