.and that cherry of yours is delicious. I had never eaten such a lovely cunt in my life. And now see I am fucking you so hard..today..I will fuck you ...o hard that you wont need another fuck in life. I am going to tear apart your pussy. U bitch..sexy slut…’ I pushed myself still harder and harder till my tip touched her womb. That heavenly feeling make me like a drunkard. She stretched her legs still wider to accommodate me and reduce the pain. I increased my speed now and kept fucking her. My. "Rhonda said you were coming. Don't mind the shop. We have a lot of highend prosthetics and other devices inside and don't want to attractattention. Pardon the gloves, I was just getting things ready."The woman closed and locked the door behind him and turned the smallsign to Closed. He'd never touched the door. She led him to a back room."I know this might seem awkward and fitting the prosthetics can be morethan a bit painful. I've found a little good Scotch usually helps makethings easier.. The whole thing was of coursecarefully scripted and stepmother had really put me through my paces onwhat to say and how to act during the interview. Of course part of theinterview would be about the dress, our hair and appearance but themost important and slightly disturbing part would be us expressing ourfeelings towards our impending wedding and our grooms in particular. Ofcourse this part was exactly up my devious manipulative stepmother'sstreet as she had already shown when she first caught. I sat down at the dining room table and absently turned on the laptop computer there, scanning the news headlines without really seeing them.After a few minutes, she was standing beside me. "I'm going to walk into town now, sir. Would you like me to get anything for you?"She'd caught me off guard. "Uh ... not that I can think of, thanks. Why are you going?"She gave me a shy smile. "You know."I blinked. "I do?"The smile broadened. She regarded me calmly for awhile. "Yes, sir. I KNOW when a.