I CONGRATULATED MYSELF ON MY OWN SELF CONTROL, I SHOWED JOHN OUT, HE WAS SO GRATEFUL HE GENTLY KISSED ME AND THANKED ME SQEEZED MY ASE AND SAID GOOD-B...E SO WITH ALL THAT SELF CONTROL WHY HAVE I INVITED HIM BACK? ITS TWELVE OCLOCK JOHN WILL BE HERE IN TEN MINUTES SO I HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO THINK….. THE FEELING I HAD WHEN I WANKED HIS LARGE VEINED DICK WERE MIND BLOWING I WANTED SO MUCH TO TAKE HIM IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT AND SUCK THE CUM FROM HIS MONSTER DICK LETTING IT FLOW DOWN THE BACK OF. "There, now put this on for me sissy girl," she held out to me one ofher satin nighties, it was floral with red and white flowers all overit.I looked at it a bit aghast. "But, but it, it's a a nightie, it's, it'syours." I stuttered feeling suddenly confused."I know sissy girl, but I want you to wear it for me. It should fityou, after all, you are a lot smaller than me and you said that youwant to make me happy, didn't you sissy?" She paused looking at mequestioningly, waiting my response.I. . am I pretty?”What a thing to ask! Damn right she was. He had spent most of the day pounding into her. He had been with her more than any other girl in the room. Her short dark hair, curled around a thin face, with a tiny button nose. Her eyes were small and far apart and small ... blotchy skin and two small mismatched breasts... She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but not anger or even. " He is the only man to have ever been this deep inside me." The sharpness of the pain is wearing down, although Morgan feels as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon now. Morgan whimpering like a beaten dog as she sat on the toilet to catch her breath. A rush of emotions hit her. She leans back deliberately and begins to cry. Tears streaming down her face and into her hands. Even her deceased husband, he never made her feel this...owned. The pain and sobbing is being replaced with a feeling of.