If not for him holding her hips, she would have fallen over.They were in her apartment. Her cozy, small, cheap apartment. Thin walls meant the neighbo...s likely heard the mewls Fiona made; Damien could definitely hear the neighbors, at least. But there was something comely about being with his love in this environment. Cushy, according to Fiona. Quaint, according to Maria. They usually had sex in his apartment, or in her nightmare realm, but they had fun here sometimes as well.He looked around. There was still time for him to have a little fun with "her". And fun it would be, too. One hell of a pair of tits jutted from her taut blouse, and both a fine ass and long, tapering legs were evident inside her tight jeans. There'd been no time for her--or him--or it to go more than a few yards before he'd opened the door and given chase. Think! He told himself. Where could the transgendered freak have gone?His eyes fell on the stylized figure that represented a woman in a skirt, and he knew,. He was about fifty-five years old – too old to be a son of either patient, too young to be a sibling. He also bore no family resemblance. Her puzzlement must have shown on her face. He smiled and removed his hat, revealing thick black hair, streaked with silver, blue eyes that reflected his smile, and dark skin that looked evenly tanned. ‘Lisa? My name is Jonathan. I have been sent to pick you up, by Jeff, and take you to your destination.’ Lisa looked at him as if he had just spoken in Greek.. "I'm being good," he whispered. She squeezed him out from entering her ass so he dropped his crown down and under. "Oh God Jake," she moaned feeling him pushing into her opened pussy lips. "What are you doing?" "I'm going to fuck you," he answered pushing forward until his whole tip disappeared. It was tight but her juices and his lubricated it enough. "Oh God..It's so big...I want to....but...we...can't." she moved her ass forward which dislodged his pole. "I'm sorry," she said while turning.