“Mmm,” I thought, as I now had pussy on my mind too. As I had that thought, I eyed Pussy, who was looking at me. If only you could talk I smiled. ...��If I could talk,” Pussy said, “I would ask, why the fuck you called me Pussy? I lie about my name when other cats ask. I am a boy you know.” “Get out of my head Pussy.” “You always scream, fuck my pussy and pound my pussy, I live in fear of my life, sometimes several times a day.” God, I'm losing it, Pussy is talking to me. I tried to distract myself. At work it was completely different. The people who worked for me knew exactly what I wanted almost before I wanted it. I was treated like a queen, their queen.While at my home I was just a visitor. I just buried my head in my work and excelled as a VP, but as a wife and mother I flopped.My shower was over and the attendant dried me off with a rough towel. She wasn't gentle and my skin was soon glowing red from her efforts. I wondered if the towel could also be substituted for sand paper if. I looked at Gordons cock and under my breath said Cmere&hellip, I rubbed his shaft down with the lubricant, straddled myself over him and sat right down on his rock, slowly sliding it within me. When I got him all the way inside me, I began to ride him. Gordon had a surprised look on his face. I kissed him and put his hands on my waist. I bent over, and unstopping my motions, whispered in his ear, I hope you like anal&hellip,. and giggled a seductive giggle as he started to pump his cock into. She quickly put it on, grabbed a towel and headed to the pool. When she got to the pool it was empty. Jasmine loved when she had the pool all to herself. She could just soak in the pool and relax without worrying about anyone or anything else. She spent several minutes swimming around and floating on her back in the cool water. As she was floating on her back, with her eyes closed, she heard what sounded like shuffling feet moving closer. She opened one eye and saw a large shadowy figure coming.