"And," she turned to the Commissioner, "so do you if you want to avoid any more of this..." She tossed a newspaper onto the table in front of Commissi...ner Brown. A cartoon showed a caricature of a pneumatic Jungle Jane swinging through the trees, clutching a chimpanzee with the Commissioner's face under her arm, pursuing a stripe-jerseyed criminal. Jane could hardly stop herself laughing, it was a very good likeness of the Commissioner."And I wouldn't be smirking either, if I were you," Mayor. During that whole time I kept telling myself this was the best way and that it didn't really matter if they were the ACTUAL skates she'd grown up in. I mean the real ones were just a symbol, right? It wasn't like she was going to put them on and suddenly be a girl again. Still, I felt like I'd eaten a big bowl of the chili Zippo sells off his cart down on Magnolia street, without putting a few drops of Beano on it first.She burst through the door and her eyes went immediately to the skates. “Mrs. Travers!”I pumped my cum into her mouth. I fired over and over into her hungry maw. She gulped it down with such hunger. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, my balls emptying. Stars burst across my darkened vision. I shuddered, the pleasure slamming into my mind. Ecstasy flooded me as I pumped her mouth full of cum. I groaned, my eyes opening wide. I blinked through my orgasm. Mrs. Travers sucked out all my cum while her son panted, his seed spilled in her pussy.“Fuck, yes,” Eric groaned.. The watching woman, looking at the dark clouds sweeping in, said, "I think we should just secure things and stay here to ride it out."A quiet man, he nodded his agreement, and went forward to set out the hitherto unused anchor. Swinging it briefly, he threw it towards the shallows and waited as it sank; then, putting his weight against it to make sure it was gripping, he tied the end fast on the foredeck. He came back along the side deck of the dayboat, unfurling the canvas top to the cabin,.