A huge erection was straining at thefront of my lovely knickers. An old-fashioned style of knickers withlittle frills around the leg-holes and a high ...aist. Big enough that mycock was entirely contained within them. Big sissy knickers. In acompetition between cock and knicker, the knickers would always win. Eventhough they felt wonderfully soft and silky, they would be able to covermy cock however large it got.My wife seemed to be very pleased with my appearance. "You can wear youruniform for. Was it hyperextended? Had he torn a fucking ligament or tendon? The pain was so debilitating that he dropped to a step with a loud sob. The frustration at being so stupid only compounded his anger. “You stupid cock-sucker!” he brayed. “You stupid fucking fuck!”Panting, he lay back on the hard steps and cried.At 11:24 pm, he checked his iPhone. Two hours exactly had elapsed since the event, but Charlie had no true gauge of elapsed time. It seemed like 3 hours or more since the lights went out;. Several times during the night they dreamed of sonatas being played on the ghost piano. In the morning neither were sure what was dream and what was real. Both agreed they had heard the high clear note during their lovemaking. They breakfasted at a packed Café Du Monde. By an exquisite miracle they found an unoccupied outside table. Fingers sticky with powdered sugar they sipped excellent coffee and nibbled the beignets. ‘You know’ Kurt said wiping powdered sugar from her cheek. ‘I have. I moan at the warmth, the moistness and silky smoothness as I enter her. As I am fully engulfed in her she arches back drawing me even deeper into her as she lets out a wild erotic moan. She starts to rock back and forth and I move to match her rhythm. Her body is like a belly dancer as we make love. Her head is thrown back and her body arched, then rolled back and forth as she moved faster and faster. I arched my back driving myself deeper and deeper into Thalia, groaning loudly with each.