..your mouth opens as my shaft enters you.....my cock sliding in as our tongues slide over one another.....gr****g that full ass for leverage as I pre...s you into the wall..... "Fuck yes! Hard. Fuck me hard, Be nasty to me.....", you whisper to me as you momentarily pull away from my kiss. "Use all that pent up frustration on me and fucking use me. I knew you wouldn't able to resist doing this to me. Now fucking do me like a man!"Your words ignite me as I pound you into the wall. Grasping your. I got back on the road and in a few hours was driving through thick woodland on the edge of Bodmin moor. I pulled through a large set of wrought iron gates with “Stanmore House” carved on one of the gate posts in fine Roman text. Ahead of me was a curling avenue of trees, no sight of a house. I drove for some ten minutes or so through parkland, then caught my first glimpse of my new home. I slammed on the brakes in disbelief. In a shallow valley ahead was a rambling series of buildings. ”“I promise not to laugh at you,” I said, crossing my chest with an index finger. I should have realized how worked up she was about this. She took my word for it, just like that!“They all talk about you, you know,” she said.“Who does?”“Mom, and Aunt Vanessa and Randi ... even Grandma!” She looked half confused, and half like she was telling some deep, dark secret.“What do they say?” I asked. This was interesting, now.“They keep saying things about how grown up you are, all of a sudden.” She. I mean it seemed so feminine, putting the seat down and squattingdown on it like any other woman would knowing I couldn't pee standing upany more unless I did it in the shower.However it didn't take very long before the novelty of it all wore offand now it's just a chore that has to be done like any other woman. Nowit's lift up my skirt, pull down my panty girdle, then sheer pantyhoseand then lower my thong panties down to my ankles, sit down and then letmy bladder empty. Then I'd stand up,.