Julia laughed and reached over, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard, pre-cum leaking cock. "Oh my god... Did you get smaller?" she asked, strok...ing my dick fast and hard, her warm hand felt great on my throbbing dick, "Mmmm, look at how pathetic you look. You could've had me bent over this bed and taking your little dick raw, but now that I know you're just a little pervert..." At that, I almost screamed and my cum shot out and all over her huge titties. Julia just smiled and looked up at. I licked the old womans pussy, her juices mixed with my husbands, I loved it. I came within seconds, my husband soon dumped his load into my waiting pussy. We left, driving home my husband said that she was a good fuck. He said that her was pussy tighter than mine. I said that we should do that again as I liked watching him fucking and pleasing other women. We did go back but this time we ran into an old 90 year old man, he was sitting there with a big tent in his pants. My husband said that. Why was she being so mean? He had tried to stop her. "Molly, stop,please stop. I don't want wear your dumb old dress." But Chrissywouldn't stop teasing him in a sing-song lisp, "Baby Sissy Chrissy, inher little white dress. Just a little girl, mommy's little girl. SissyChrissy, Sissy Chrissy."Chris wanted so bad to run away and get mommy to make her stop, but heknew his dad would be mad at him for running away so he finally, afteranother minute of taunting, pushed Molly as hard as he could.. He really taught me how to dance, be social. He lightened my wardrobe, steered me towards neon-hued Chuck Taylors, fitted out my iPod with Eurodance songs. Around him I could be cheery, experimental. By the end of freshman year I was more sociable than I had dreamed of. I actually may have become something of a fun person, without losing my core edge of moroseness. Make that fake-moroseness. Well, I’ve gotta keep my edge, haven’t I? “Girl,” I said to Matt over coffee and buttered rolls, “I am.