She began to struggle and a few more punches were delivered, the last on her breast. she spit out the cloth and began to fight. i stuffed it again ins...de, and slapped her half a dozen times, until she quitened down. i repeated the process with her left tit. i now pushed her down again and clicked away. sexy lay crying, as the place around the puncture reddened. i grabbed her glands through the bra and squeezed them roughly. they felt like pillows, their size larger than my hand. i squeezed. Eventually he came over to our table with some after dinner drinks for Nancy and her mother and a date was arranged for a few nights later. The guy, Drake, is also married but that doesn't matter to Nancy or him. Last night was date night for Nancy and Drake and she decided to entertain him at our place; that meant that I had to go as Nancy does not want me around when she is entertaining a date; she feels it makes them uncomfortable to have another man around, even a sissified man like me. . ………All this time, I had been pumping myself harder, while rubbing at my clit with my other hand. As Mr Pearson ejaculated, I reached my climax too, and bent right over as a series of orgasms swept over me. It was like a chain reaction – one orgasm setting off the next – and if I could have shoved my whole hand up inside me, I would have. By the time I had stopped cumming, I could hardly stand upright for trembling. As I slipped my fingers out of my tight little vagina, I could see my juices. Lana read the Sunday paper and chatted on the phone with her mom. That evening we had some kind of fish chopped up on a salad for dinner. I am not much of a fish lover, but I felt I had to give it a try. I was surprised at how good it was, as well as how filling a salad could be.It was halftime of the Sunday night football game when Lana sashayed into the room in a little transparent negligee and dropped into my lap, just like the previous night. She rubbed her barely covered tits around my.