The pain was excruciating. I couldn’t imagine anything that would hurt worse. I thought I was going to die, right then and there, with my step-bro...her’s cock buried deep in my guts. But his cock didn’t stay deep inside me for very long. He left it there only a second before he drew back. The pain eased a bit, though my hole still felt like it would snap like a rubber-band stretched too the limit. He didn’t pull his cock all the way out of me. When its flared head was caught by my tight. The pants were so tight that I couldn't wear panties under them. The boots zipped up to the knee, their heel lifting me a good four inched above the earth, and the jacket looked tough; a real bikers Jacket. I’d told him I wanted his name across the back in crimson. It hadn't happened yet, but I hadn't forgotten. Yeah, it was just warm enough, or maybe I was high enough, that I didn't bother to but on a bra or a shirt. Just the jacket, hanging open so that the night air kissed my tits, making me. She didn’t want to still be there at the end of the evening thinking that it would be much to much … much to quickly for him… she wanted him to have a little time to get used to the idea that another woman might be interested in him. She didn’t have to wait long. The next afternoon she received a call from. They chatted for a while, then I heard her say, ‘yes, I’d love to. And she hung up the phone. Rose turned to me, ‘Jackson, Kellen has just invited me to have dinner with him and then attend. She was only greeted by silence.Selena herself had only seen the house before on the Internet, beforeokaying the purchase. Mrs. Philpott had overseen the furnishings, alongwith a decorator she had hired. She found herself loving the light pastelcolors on the walls, the gauzy curtains, the glassware and pottery, theblonde wood; it was all very light, very warm, very feminine, and she feltinstantly at home.The living room, dining room and kitchen were all empty, so Selenahurried upstairs..