.. get that lipstick all over my cock like a good little whore!”As she began pushing deeper into his throat, Christopher gagged and his survival ins...incts kicked in. He raised his hands to her legs, pressing on them in panic. Vicky ignored him at first, plowing through his feeble protest and enjoying the lovely sounds his cock stuffed throat was making. As he pressed back harder, she sighed and withdrew from his mouth momentarily.“Chrissy... place your hands behind your back. You will hold them. She was moving and grooving the loud music. I knew she was really excited.When her skirt was lifted a bit, I could see that she was wearing a tiny red thong. My sensual wife often liked to go without underwear when we went at dance clubs; she liked the feel of the air against her exposed bare pussy.The lights dimmed briefly before the show started and everyone moved forward to stand around the stage. Five dancers entered from one end of the stage dressed in various costumes. There were three. Beep-beep-beep.Dominic checked the meat thermometer. Perfect. The aroma of the roast wafting into the kitchen brought Renata to his side just as he set it on the counter.“Mmmm, smells amazing,” she sang, inhaling deeply. “I'll make the salad while that rests.” The fact that her nipples were forming pronounced peaks in her t-shirt top didn't escape her husband's notice.Dominic admired his wife's ass as she bent over to gather the salad ingredients from the bottom drawer of the refrigerator. As. Fat girls are like Mopeds. They're a lot of fun to ride, but you don't want your friends to see you on one.I went back to my room and cried myself to sleep. The next morning my parents were back and neither of them even bothered to ask about my prom.Two days later Carlton called and asked me to go to a movie with him. I turned him down flat."Did I do something to upset you?" he asked. "Cindy, you're beautiful," he said. "I want you to be my girl." I hung up the phone on him."Asshole," I spat."I.