" Next weekend?" I said a bit startled."Yeah next weekend, you've forgotten haven't you?"I stalled."Your dad's fiftieth birthday party," Oh yeah that,..." I said."Well you're both coming, aren't you ?" she asked."Well I don't know you know what's going on down here, I've changed somuch my hair and all that it would be difficult to just get back tolooking like Alex again overnight." Alex you can't do this, it's your dad's birthday, you need to be there,and anyway you've only about four weeks before. "Shall we, um, pop next door?" Yes I think that would be fun".Driver-FuckWhile the two Drum Majorettes were watching the two-headed b**st resolve into the identical Ami twins playing with a strap-on, their driver: 50-ish, overweight and pretty ugly had spotted Mandy walking between their coaches down to the back. He was out of the cab in a flash, eyes glued to her tight green leather covered arse and long bare legs. Mandy had pulled up the engine bay cover and was bent over peering into the. This, however, is not a love story (wink, wink), and I was neither capable of lifting her nor did I have a clue as to where I would have carried her if I were, in fact, about the size and shape (as being in condition) of Fabio.Instead, I got to my feet and, in a gentlemanly manner, helped my lady love to her feet. She held my hand after getting up and looked at me with the look that Nancy always gave Ronnie (if you have no clue as to what I mean get an old issue of Time). Then, she went to her. I feel the extreme tightness, feeling the hymen. Holding her tight to me, ignoring her protests, I undid my pants. My cock sprang free, ready to enter her. That's when I picked her up and put her on the counter, her legs already open and waiting, her body betraying her. She is open and ready — I feel her wetness. Amber glared into my face but she didn't know why she bothered. My eyes are glued firmly on the task in hand but she did notice small beads of perspiration forming on my forehead as I.