She didn’t want to think about her crappy past with men, she didn’t want to be hurt again. She wouldn’t be able to deal with that. She spared a ...hought for her ex, Paul, and wondered briefly what he must have felt like when he realised she was gone and wasn’t coming back. Would he search for her? Would he go crazy? Would he hurt her friends again? She felt her gut clench as she realised she didn’t spare a thought for her friends. All she had thought about was getting the hell out of that town.. I saw how you fisted yourself… now it time for your little slave to fist you, Mistress. She made a fist and started to fuck me hard. Within seconds I again was almost over the edge but suddenly two fingers of her other hand penetrated my ass. My breath hardened and my legs started to shiver but Melissa fisted me without intermission. Her fingers in my ass gave me the rest, my body began to spasm and my eyes turned up into my head. In that moment Melissa kissed me in such a passionate way that I. I got his text that he was here. I unlocked the door pulled the curtains and got on all fours. I heard the door open and then a voice said "Now that is a great sissy panty ass and felt slap. I hear him undressing and then he walks around to me to show me his cock and i think this is going to hurt, because it is sooo thick. I attempted to suck it as best i could but i was finding it difficult to get my mouth around it. He tells me to sit up and look at him. We walks over reaches into his pants. ”Pointing to the pictures on the wall, Patty continued, “I started painting pictures that depicted an event in mine and JR’s life, and always included the Corvair, since that was such a special part of mine and Bobby’s life together before our separation. I would hang a new one every Easter and tell JR another story about his father. So, on the fateful day when Bobby showed up at one of JR’s baseball practices, not even aware that he had a son, he happened to still be driving the same car that.