Tom flashed his lights again, and this time, Marie saw that a man had stepped out from behind the bushes. Then she saw another man, and then another. ...ow there was a small group of men looking at Tom’s car. Again, Tom flashed his lights, and the men started to move closer to where Tom and Marie were sitting waiting.“What would you like to do?” Tom asked.Marie was uncertain about what might happen, but she knew one thing for certain.“I want you to fuck me.”Tom smiled at the thought of fucking. It is said look to a girl’s mother to see what your wife will look like 25 or more years in the future. In the short time I’ve known her; I’ve observed Mary to be a sexy and sensual woman in her subtle quiet way. Although in her late fifties or early sixties Mary’s thick hair is the same rich brown as Marie’s, although Mary’s is much longer. I can very well understand a stranger mistaking them for sisters; something that annoyed Marie when she was a teenager; although not at all now. If Mary. It was really horrible, I loved it.—Kennedy was in full dominant mode. I was naked and prostrate on the floor in front of her. She was still fully clothed, in this case, that didn't include panties. She kicked off her shoes, then rested her foot on the bed. I had tantalizing glimpses of pussy under her skirt, as she peeled the nylon off her left leg. She stuck the left foot in my face, "Lick it!"I could smell the foot, it had been in her shoe, being walked on all day. The thought was not. He pressed down on my bladder from the inside and used his other hand to press up from the outside. "Come on you lovely little whore let it out, you can feel me squeeze you can't you. Give me what I want. You can't hold back, you know you have to let go. You're going to pee all over me slut, come on. NOW!!" I couldn't hold back, I didn't want to. I just let go. It was so humiliating but at the same time felt intensely satisfying. Like so many other things that night, I didn't understand it and.