. hon't," she whimpered in a piteous plea but, like they say, a stiff cock has no conscience nor is it compassionate."I love you Janey... I love you,"...he whispered into her slack-jawed mouth as he pushed her legs wider apart with his other knee."Nah... Hanh... nah... Hannhh," Janey sobbed but her sobs were almost masked by her heavy breathing. Overwhelmed with passion, he guided his prick up to her pussy and found its long sought objective. "Nah Nah Nah," she gasped in a panic stricken whisper. The two young women looked at each other, grinned and dropped their pants and panties, then leaned on the bed. "Fuck us, Husband," they said in unison as they looked over their shoulders at the Prime.His pants hit the floor two seconds later.Friday – Idaho SpringsLow-lying clouds spat an occasional flurry of snow as Courtney Grigsby turned into the lot of a gas station/convenience store near her home. This is a beautiful vehicle, but it loves gas stations, she thought sardonically as she. But deep inside, I longed for the silky smooth feeling of women's panties clinging tightly to my plump, smooth little ass. I wanted pigtails and short skirts, lollipops and flirting with guys at the club. I dreamed longingly of throbbing, veiny black cocks, of licking them and savoring cum like the sweetest dessert. I, in short, wanted to be a little sissy slut.And the time had come for me to finally fulfill my fantasy.You see, this woman that I had just broken up with also had a little secret,. That could change in time, but not fornow. I value my feminine clothing, some of which I have made and more inthe future, so things that would damage my cloths would not be attractiveto me. The only exceptions to this may be related to nylons. I amintrigued by the thought of being bound by my nylons. When I am in Hollypersona I would like to be thought of as Holly. I need to work on voiceand mannerisms. In a scene, I rarely want to talk, I do not normallycommunicate verbally and so to.