I could exit quickly. It was around quarter to ten. It had taken me a while to finish being made up.I walked through the front door of Har Zion Synago...gue. I opened my talis bag and took out a knit, designer yarmulke and secured it to my hair with a bobby pin. Then I took out the talis, drew it over my shoulders and wrapped it around my arms. I put the bag in my coat pocket.I had been given a moustache and a full, bushy beard and a pair of glasses that didn't do anything but help obscure my. It was my worse nightmare. In my fantasies it wasn't like this. "You didn't fight very hard did you? I didn't even have to hit you. I only hit you because I wanted to. I don't like to hit women. But It just gets me so hard to hit a slut you know? Sluts deserve to get smacked around. They like it when you hit 'em. "Yeah your getting wetter. You like it when I talk about hitting you?" he cooed at me like my mother talking to me when I had a terrible fever as a child. His voice was. Dont say anymore, just be my mother and my whore, and Ill be your son with the dick you want. I must admit, he knew he wanted this as much as I did, and he was going to take advantage of it as much as he could. We had the rest of the day together and tomorrow morning before I took a flight home, so we would have to make it count. Mikey got up, collected his clothes, and went into the bathroom, to take a shower. His hand came out holding my panties and I laughed, and then took them from him as. It hung suspended for a moment, a fleecy cloud of cum floating above the booths.Then it descended.The creamy lump splattered on Tina's bare belly and ran down into her bushy pubic mound.Both girls looked at this unexpected addition to the available cream in surprise. Where in hell had it come from?Linda leaned down and sucked the tasty spunk up from Tina's crotch."What was it?" Tina asked. "Cum or cuntjuice?"Linda was trying to figure it out, rolling the load around on her taste buds. She.