Here, let me have that and I'll go get you one in a different color."I pulled it off right there in the store and handed it to Madison. She grabbed th...e hangar and as she walked away I asked, "Dennis, are you sure you aren't gay?"He smiled nervously and replied, "My wife and kids don't seem to think so, ma'am."Midge said, "That's the way, Dennis. You don't have to take that shit from her!"Madison came back with the dress in a different color and I tried it on. I looked in the mirror and saw that. "And I never really had the opportunity," she lied. Her mind flashed back to her sophomore year at NYU. Her roommate Pamela was in the midst of her experimental phase and made several drunken passes at her. Pamela was obviously much younger than Shelly, but she was tomboyish with a strong muscular body from a lifetime playing field hockey and she too had pretty blue eyes. Lisa laughed off Pamela's advances at the time but they had stuck with her. In the years since college she sometimes found. Rachel wake up,he is here," Dean yelled,but Rachel was moaning and screaming."Fuck me harder,fuck me harder,ever so hard,pleeeease!!" Dean felt the strap on his bare back,bottom and thighs."Give it to her good and hard,boy,I know you have the stamina to go all night,give it to her,make her orgasm like she never has before," the Monk was saying."Master,make him fuck me harder,come on,harder,please Master make him fuck me harder!" Rachel was screaming out.The Monk brought the strap down on Dean's. But I intended to be as cool and deliberate as might be possible in my deprived state.I lay alongside her, keeping the lower half of my body well away for her groping fingers. My own fingers stroked over her generous breasts. I could have performed longer in that area, but the rapid advance was called for, and I stroked up the infinite smoothness of her inner length.She gave a low grunt as I said, “Have to check if you’re ready.”“I’m ready. I’m fucking ready, for God’s sake.”Even as she spoke,.