"Well, I don't like you Jackie, so Trudie or Clara?" She moved a little to the side so that she was closer to Ray than to me. Shannon was at least fiv... or six inches taller than Ray. I was embarrassed that she had chosen Ray over me. Just to spite Ray, I then picked Clara. Ray, who has been a boob man his entire life, looked wistful when I sidled up next to Clara. Wistful or not, he moved even closer to Shannon, but I knew that Trudie would have been his second choice after Clara. "Trudie, you. Having met Ashley in the laundromat while doing my weekly panty wash I was pleasantly pleased to have her show interest in my desires. She was the second woman in my life that accepted my desires. My mother kept me supplied in panties and as an adult I knew her motivation was to prevent me from becoming impulsive in my search for the comfort of a garment that I desired.Within this box was perhaps the ultimate fantasy for a guy like me. First there was a bright red slip that would cover my. Serious shit. I see them. They're headed off right like that!"What do I do? Gun the fucking motor. I don't care two shits about stalling out and getting stuck in the mud. Tear straight down the road at forty and 'FLAMM'..."The monocled character threw both fingers out towards the American scientists, issuing a tremendous 'shwoosh' from his lips, emulating the sound of jellied gasoline frying the bike-riding elements of the proud British Northumberland Division.At last, the hissing from his lips. “Easy….” I whisperHe pulls back a little then grinds his hips, left to right, up and down making my pussy accept his monster manhood. I relax and he pushes forward about halfway in, he just continues to grind out a pathway in my love tunnel. Again he charges deeper, almost there, only an inch or two to go when he pauses one last time before driving it all the way home. “Arrrgggghh” My pussy wraps around its invader, holding it in place, pleading for it not to hurt her when he pulls out. Then.