I was disgusted at myself. How could I possibly be turned on at a time like this? What was I, a pervert? Then again, I guess I was. After all, I'm dre...sed like a girl. The more I struggled, the hornier I became. After twenty minutes or so I realized two things. First I wasn't going to struggle my way out of this. And second, my cock and balls were being squeezed to death in these latex panties. If I was going to get out of this, I needed to use my head. So I started groping with my fingers to. (she smiled)H-Was I the only one whose face you rubbed your pussy on?W-I'm not telling. What are our kids going to think if they ever read that story? They're going to think I was a slut.H-The story wasn't about you and our kids are in their thirties. I think they might understand fiction better then their mother.W-What can I say to them if they ask what's dad doing? I can't tell them he's busy writing porno stories for people to read.H-I'm old enough to do what I want. I really enjoy writing. “Put it in, fucker! I can’t wait, do it fast!!!”.Hearing that, I slammed my dick into her wet pussy and she cried out loud, “Ahhhhhhhh!!! Yessssss, treat me like your bitch! Fuck me hard, make me cum more”. Those words were making my dick get rock-hard and I started fucking her harder.My balls were banging against her ass. Her ass hitting my body was making some amazing sounds, “Thap thap thap thap” mixed with her moans! Wow, it would make any guy go crazy, maybe girls as well.Kriti got up from. ’ Claire teased. ‘Hey! I’vebeen looking for that!’ Heather exclaimed. Lacie’s jaw dropped. She had thought that the corset belonged to Lindsey, since it had looked like Lindsey and Claire were together. Laughing at Lacie’s confused expression, Lindsey came to her rescue. ‘It’s ok, Lace. Can we call you Lace?’ Seeing Lacie’s absent nod, Lindsey continued. ‘We all share. We kind of have to. There are enough of us that sometimes we want to… play, and Master is a pretty busy person. So sometimes.