My pussy had been on fire all day every part of me just wanted it and wanted him. Wanted to be filled. I had already fucked myself three times with my...soft fleshy 9-inch fat boy.That was before I even opened my eyes. (I had it by the bed after fucking myself with it last night so I just used it again this morning.)I got up and went out and did my walk on the beach then headed to the little grassy spot where I sit and watch the waves roll in and meditate. Then I did my yoga session before. She looked at me as if she'd already said too much, and then maybe, like I had done, decided that she too liked what she saw. 'A woman as beautiful as you deserves to be happy,' I said. 'Thank-you she said,' turning slightly flustered, with a half smile, still wary enough for me to be apologise if I was becoming too much. ‘There's not so much time when I'm here.’‘Even at closing time?’ I asked. She touched her face and looked up the stairs to the exit. She looked at me. ‘Do you need something. I am still part of it. There is little daylight left now that it's turning to fall. I see the SUV in the lot. I pull in and do what I usually do. I see Pete. He motions me to the truck. I race over and open the door and expect to see Amber in the back. But there is no Amber. I look back and see Pete walking up behind me. I still get into the truck. Pete puts me into Amber's position. He hogties me on the floor. My pantyhose are pulling so tightly on my toes as they are forced forward and. They were still there when he and Traci walked up. Jenni squealed out "Mama!" and held her chubby little arms out toward her mother.Greg wasn't sure if Melissa was more surprised about Jenni or Traci. She stared at the older coed for a moment before she remembered to speak. Greg did the introductions, telling Melissa that Traci was their housemate and that Jenni was obliviously Mandy's daughter.Melissa shook Traci's hand and was polite but somewhat taken aback that Greg would be involved in any.