I would love to lay her pale white legs over my shoulders and plough her wet little pussy as she stares up at me with her pretty blue eyes, mouth gapi...g as she moans in pleasure. Ah, but alas, it is not meant to be. She’s married and has k**s and lives a respectable suburban life. Even goes to church and has a whole moral Christian thing going. The other day she got off on a rant about the new Fifty Shades of Gray movie that came out. Said she couldn’t believe women were lining up to see. I only wish I’d have killed them all. Every last motherfucking one of them deserved to die for what they did to you. How many others did they do that to? Have you asked yourself that? How many more would they have done it to after they were finished with you? Well I can tell you how many they managed after I was done with them. Not another girl had to face what you did. I took out the garbage. So, fuck yeah! I enjoyed it and I’d do it again.”Susan was agog.“But not for you,” Brock continued.. Those wonderfully shear form fitting suntan pantyhose. They sent tingles throughout my body. My cock was like a rock and I began to wonder if this is how women feel when they wear nylons. Oh how I wanted to have that privilege. Why was it only for women. I put on that first pair of pantyhose and just rubbed my legs together while also letting my hands rub up and down my thighs. I took the vibrator and slowly brought it to the head of my dick and let it lightly work its magic on me. It. At least he was alone now, out of view of the curious aliens. Perhaps he might finally have an opportunity to relieve himself without being observed or interrupted.He undid the clasps on his suit in order access his loins, slipping his hand beneath his underwear and trying to think of something more wholesome than what he had been subjected to over the past week. Damn it, his hand was like a block of ice, the ground was hard and uncomfortable beneath him. Come on Schaffer, it’s just a.