Nothing else mattered at that moment. After a few tries I was thinking about working it deeper when I heard my doorknob rattle. I had lost track of th...e time. I let go of the phallus stuck in my butt and pulled my pants up, startled. Lifting my pants forced the Raging Hard-on to press against my tight hole and it slid past the head with a shock, “Mom!” As expected my mom appeared at my door with a scowl. I looked myself over to make sure nothing was exposed. My secret was covered, I hoped. I'm. Lisa merely nodded and pointed down to her other foot, firmly planted onthe floor. "Go ahead dear, take off my other shoe. I can't wait to seehow you look in these heels."Frankie tried to crouch down and finally had to kneel to work the anklestrap buckle on his mother's high heel and she lifted her foot justenough to have him slip off the other shoe. He rose, gathered up bothhigh-heeled shoes and clutched them to his bare chest. As he began tomove back to the chair, Lisa's voice brought him. He still thought he was untouchable. He had got away with so much for so long, that he really thought that this power bitch from the City, this Claudette lesbian bitch was playing in water that was out of her depth. Overall it was a simple display of what he really thought of women in general. And how he had no respect for them. None whatsoever. Stephane was the one playing out of his depths. Stephane DeLaurie was about to enter a traumatic time in his relatively young life. That, in. I was hard and throbbing without any desire to be aroused. “Yup, looks like ol Larry likes a little something up his dirt chute,” Jim said as he continued to fuck me in the ass.The barn smelled of hay and horses and the gate I was tied to had a saddle hanging on it so there was the scent of leather as well. All of these scents would normally have made me think of a rough and tough rancher instead of a gay guy fucking my ass. Jim held nothing back as he plowed deep into my ass with his big.