It was cheap. “Victor told him to bring any wigs. This is for you,” he said.I looked at Mike to see if I had permission to wear it and he granted ...me permission. Any hair was better than no hir. The wig was obviously very fake and unnatural, but I was no longer bald.I thanked Victor and Ernesto for thinking about me.“Hey, I asked him to bring some handcuffs and ponygirl stuff too. He didn’t have anything like that, but he probably thought I’d make HIM wear it, Eh Ernesto?” Victor elbowed his. As he rubbed Owen's lower back, herealized that his friend had a tight 30 inch waist and he could see awell-developed ass, ah, tush filling his baseball pants.Taylor caught himself perving on his teammates hot body and wasmortified. He hoped no had noticed him checking out Owen's lean waistand bubble butt. Taylor needed to show he was still a tough jock, so hefell back on every insecure jock's favorite ego booster."Hey Owen - did you see the trainer for that team playing over on thenext. Tutwill, please excuse me."She rushed out the door."Yes?" Mr. Tutwill asked the boy."The Sarah lady, sir, said I was to get sixpence."Mr. Tutwill rolled his eyes and gave the boy a sixpence from his pocket. The boy retreated, the door closed, and Mr. Tutwill returned to his desk to make a note. Lady Stanhope now had ₤ 39/19/6d to her credit.Caroline found Sarah in the living room of the house, her dress spattered with blood. Taking the stairs two at a time, she stopped in Lucy's doorway, nearly. Before I knew it, he was balls deep in me and our tongues continued to wrestle with each other. Wrapping my legs and arms around him, all I could muster was; “fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MY ASS!” Our bodies and spirits became one single entity as we were breathing, panting in sequence moaning. He picked up the tempo and his face tightened, I knew he was close. He let out a loud shout as my ass became soaked with his cum.He slowed his thrusts down to a gentle glide as he collapsed on top of me in.