She was my best friend, even if she were a futa, and now ... Now... I clung to my mother, my face buried in her neck, my naked body soaking her dress....She rocked me as all the pain flowed out of me. I had ruined everything yesterday. Candice was the last person I should have ever fucked.It would have been better if Shelena rammed her girl-dick into me.Candice used to love me. Now ... now she saw what I was. Who could love someone who would fuck twenty futas in a bathroom? Who could love someone. He looks back up the hallway. Then, he clenches his fists and teeth ashard as he can.The man then begins to stomp up the hallway, toward the bedroom.He disappears inside, and then emerges a few minutes later, with a sourlook on his face, and a blonde wig, a white bra, and a pair of matchinglace scallop panties dangling from his right fist.He then goes into the bathroom, and locks the door behind him.~o0o~Almost an hour later, Sharon is still reading in the Hamiltons' rockingchair on their. She's called Glory, Gloria something Vanderhoff. He's State, deputy undersec, a prick, and her mother's CIA, Lebanese more or less, a translator and minor expert on Arab women's affairs, such as they are." Send me a picture," I said as the moaning young woman climbed up my legs and licked the head of my dangling prick, her big tits rubbing on my knees, fat nipples jutting."Please, please," the luscious female moaned as she mouthed my glans."Already have. No budget yet so figure it's. There were many times when I'd nab a pair of her pantyhose and take them home for jacking off into whilst thinking of her.If she'd been wearing a pair of navy pantyhose I'd nip into the bathroom instead of her bedroom and fish them out of the laundry hamper. I'd then jack off with them wrapped around my shaft, not worrying about shooting my seed into them because I'd then quickly rinse them out and put them back into the hamper. Sometimes she wouldn't remove her pantyhose just change into her.