"Why don't you both stay and have dinner with me," Pamela said. "I've got a plump chicken I'll never be able to eat by myself." Thanks," Gloria said. ...After all I've been through today, I'm in no mood to go home and cook." What about Dolph? Do you think we should invite him when he gets home?" Pamela smiled a knowing smile.Gloria shrugged and said, "I don't know how we could all sit through dinner together unless we tell Dolph everything. If we don't, I'm going to get a case of the giggles. I had flashes of an illusion that I was her, mounting me. I could see out from her eyes, framed by the sides of her wimple, looking down at Helena’s habit bulged by the top of my own head as Helena lifted up to thrust down on me again. Was I losing myself completely? Even Helena seemed to be familiar, to be yet another version of a younger Margaret. After work on Friday Margaret acted.“You are coming home with me,” she announced bluntly. “I don’t know what you are doing to yourself but you are. "Ah!" said Becca cheerfully. "I've told Molly you won't be home tonight, love"Polly gawped at her and then her face lit up."Thanks, Becca. Thanks, Uncle Steven. Garry, my love..."On Wednesday three weeks later Garry caught the train headed for Wembley. He was wearing his suit much against his will but Polly had ordered it."You're going up to London so you wear your suit," she had said with finality.Garry clocked in that afternoon as directed and went to the hotel. He was overcome by the. Her tightness was difficult for me, I was super turned on and it added to the struggle of not cumming but I held on desperately. ‘Don’t cum inside of me’ daisy whispered to meI worryingly asked her why ‘why not?’‘I want to taste your cum’I couldn’t hold on much longer, I could’ve erupted there and then but I clenched and held back my thick load.I dropped daisy onto her feet and bent her over the kitchen counter, I spread her legs and her ass, I spat on her ass hole and placed my finger in it,.