Good boy...good boy..." Candy's tits jiggled and bounced with each thrust, almost hitting her chin. Kevin's cock felt like iron. It felt like grani...te. It felt like a diamond rod. She could very well have been getting her pussy destroyed by a piece of industrial equipment. He was a machine. His fucking was rhythmic. It was perfect. She felt like she was being used. She felt like she was a "thing" that he just wanted to cum in. She felt like he could cum in her right now, and she could. I stayed hard through my shower. The picture was on my mind. In a moment of unclear thinking, I emailed the picture to my personal email address. I got to work and when I saw Miranda, I gave it to her. She had to tell me how hard it was to go without her phone for one night. When I looked at her all I could see was the image of her naked body. It took me an hour just to get into my work. Before I knew it, it was lunch. Of course it was with Miranda. I did my best not to think about her.. Anyway Halloween comes once a year and we all wear custom and I know personally lots of guys like to wear female custom. I am cross-dress and love Halloween, this Halloween was wild first ever wild Halloween party I ever been too. It was black party nothing but black guys and very few white guys but lots of white, Asian and black shemale was their and soon I walk in lots of black guys was all over few of them took me in ally make give them blowjob. One group of 4 guys that’s was very wild I. "Your father wants to talk to you."What's this about? Is he pissed about me speaking to three of the members of the trust before he approves my plan? Why had I been so impulsive? I had my reasons for inviting Tom and Edith to have dinner with us, but I wasn't ready to reveal the results I hoped to achieve to John.John Oldham proved that he was even more observant than I'd given him credit for. Although he didn't admit to knowing the reason for Edith Rowell being my biggest supporter, or why Tom.