He pushed in and kept pushing slowly, Like every other time he first enters me I squeaked as his dick stretched me (He always laughs at me when I do.)...I felt every inch of his dick as he entered me. He leaned over me and held both of my breasts in his hands and played with them a little. He whispered, How is that? Is it any better? He started to thrust at a quick pace. Between him going in and out of me and playing with my breasts, all I could really come up with is a mmhmm. I was to the point. "I can see why," Sandy said. "They're like thongs, sort of."Stephanie's eyes widened. "Thongs!" she cried. Several customers gave her an odd look. "Of course! Thongs!" She gathered the athletic supporters. "I've changed my mind about buying these," she told the startled cashier. "I'll be right back."As she left the checkout aisle and hurried back into the cavernous interior of the huge discount store, Stephanie shook her head. As a preoperative transsexual (who planned to retain her cock and. But I just want to get out of Boston, get back to Worcester andtake a long shower before falling asleep for a few hours. Do youunderstand me?" That's an apology?" John was livid. "Nancy, I didn't ask you to comehere. I could have hired a car. Mom said you volunteered for this. Now,just go home and I'll call an Uber." He headed into the terminal again.As John looked through his phone, searching for the Uber app, a tall,man with a heavy beard walked up, next to him and extended his hand."Hi,. . big time!Georgia looked at me as if I was an alien. "You'd do that?"I waved my hand in dismissal. "Talk to Yolanda. It's her house. She decides."I could see Georgia's eyes watering, and I looked away, finishing the last of my coffee. I think we were both trying to figure out the other. My taste for revenge had seemingly disappeared. I just wanted my boys nearby. I wasn't worried that she would take good care of them. We could probably come to some arrangement for sharing them. Probably.I.