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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 2)
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Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 05:10:03 -0400
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter  2)
 
    Taking two aspirins and turning  on a pot of coffee as I find a change 
of clothing.  Panties, jeans and  a  tank top and sneakers as I grab the 
leash and prepare to be walked by my  rottweiler, Fritz.  The dog antsy as hell 
as I walk him down the driveway  and along the street.  The big dog pulling 
me along as he sniffs and does  his stuff after being cooped up for the 
whole night.
    Returning and feeling myself  stiff and sore between my legs, and my 
lips and mouth sore and raw.   Pushing Fritz away from sniffing me as I take 
his leash off and letting him have  the freedom of the enclosed back yard.  
Watching him frolic and run free  and then bark to be let back in after about 
fifteen minutes.
    Sharing a couple of strips of  bacon with him, as I can not stomach it 
at the moment; but able to down a couple  of scrambled eggs and toast.  The 
coffee a nice dark roast and with a  little half and half my normal 
lifeblood.  After the second cup and walking  up to the attic with a large Tigger 
mug, closing myself in the now sunny attic  and sitting on the stained settee.
    Looking into the mirror and  seeing myself, my face seeming haggard and 
drawn.  Stripping down and  dragging my tank top over my breasts with a 
soft hiss as I love the feel of the  material on the sensitive tips.  Then 
shimming my jeans and panties down my  legs and standing in front of the mirror 
totally naked and exposed.  My  eyes seeing the labia fuller then usual, not 
swollen with lust; but sore  and swollen from use.
    Settling down on the settee,legs  feet flat resting on the seat spread 
wide , the soft folds full as my  position draws them apart and exposes the 
pink  walls.  Using and index finger to prod the fat lips then the inner 
lips and  walls.  Working the moisture oozing from the walls into the swollen 
labia  as I gaze at the image and catch the scent of my pussy and seeing a 
cloudy film  of moisture oozing from the open lips.  Swiping it with my finger 
and  tasting the residue of seed that was implanted deep in my womb most  
likely.  
    My other hand teasing my left  nipple and feeling myself growing horny 
and needy as I try to relive the  previous evening and my feelings both 
physically and emotionally from what took  place.
    Disturbed as I should have known  my tolerance of alcohol would be much 
diminished with my size and I think with  the stress of the situation.  Not 
defending what I let happen, and trying  not to dwell on the thought that 
what happened was not something I had not done  myself; but in the situation 
of being a male rather then female.  Now  looking at it I can see that men 
easily prey on the vulnerability of a drunken  woman and what happened even 
though I didn't scratch and punch and kick was  really rape.
    Wondering to myself if I went  out looking to experience and relieve 
myself of my "virginity" when I ventured  to the bar.  I knew well it was a 
pick up joint.  Well, no more 45  year old virgin.  Mouth and pussy well used 
and abused.  Smiling wryly  as I think on how easy it is for a woman to lose 
control of a  situation.
    What worries most I think is  that I am not appalled by what happened 
or even regret it.  I actually  believe I became more turned on by being 
taken and used and basically not  thought of as a woman; but a way to relieve 
tension.
    My finger continuing to tease my  lips and now the small smooth button 
of my clitoris.  Eyes closing as I  sink a long slender finger into my pussy 
 and pump it in and out as  my  thumb rubs over the sensitive button.  Not 
taking long to pull a  quick orgasm from my body.  Writhing and jerking my 
hips as if fucking a  cock and not a finger.
    Somehow I think that I am  oversexed as a woman.  Or maybe the reason 
is that I like to be horny when  I changeover.  Either way, I can feel a knot 
deep in my core.  Knowing  I need something as I finish my coffee and still 
can't keep my finger away from  my pussy.  The lips swollen and wet as I 
stand up and grabbing my clothes  and walk down from the musty attic.
    Thankful it is a Saturday as I  brush my teeth for the third time 
today, trying to erase the taste of my  previous nights escapade.  Looking at my 
wardrobe and deciding on a pair of  tan canvas skirt down to mid thigh and a 
dark brown tank top with a  peach button front blouse, that I have tied in 
a knot at the shirt  tails and a black bikini panties and a  pair of flats 
as my  attire for this afternoon.  I have found that a bra doesn't quite work 
for  me unless I need to hide my breasts.
    The worse of my hangover past as  it doesn't hurt to move my head and 
the sun isn't so radiant as to cause me to  shield my eyes. Letting Fritz 
have another run around the yard and bringing  him back into the house as I 
shove a think wallet with ID, a credit card and  cash into one of the big 
pockets and a couple of condoms into another one.   Keys in hand as I grab a 
rubber band and running my hand through my hair and  wrapping it in a ponytail.
    Again, after some non perishable  shopping, finding myself in front of 
the Frank's Bar and Grill once more.   Wondering as I sit in my car in the 
lot just how bad a fool I made of myself  last night and looking around not 
seeing John or George's  vehicles. 
    Stepping out and walking with  some consternation to the door and 
leaving the sunlight to find myself in  ths I find my spot on the corner of the 
bar from the night  before unoccupied.e darker light of the bar.  The place  
having a number of patrons already a
    The cargo shorts low on my hips  at the same time my ass and hips 
filling them nicely.  Long tan legs again  exposed; but no show going on between 
my thighs as I cross one over the  other.  Looking at the bar tender and 
settling on a rum and coke and a  glass of water on the side.  This time I am 
going to go slow.  
    Wondering to myself:  why have I showed myself in this place again.  
What has  drawn me to come back.  Fingers playing with a stemmed cherry as I 
look  around and see that the crowd is similar as last night.  Talking to a 
few  men who sit down by me or try to make conversation.  Again ordering a  
hamburger and fries and taking my food to an open booth.  Nursing my drink  
as I fill my stomach and hopefully line it as an added measure against 
becoming  drunk again.
    A baseball game filling all the  TV screens as I sit looking at the 
picture and barely able to hear the audio,  just reading the dialog boxes.  
Having the foresight to wear my glasses as  I usually do.  No false vanity 
today.  Laughing at how I need glasses  and my other has perfect vision.  Still 
not able to figure out how all of  this transformation works.  Having no 
memories of being a woman for  forty-five years but having a body of one; but 
sharing the memories of the male  even when I am female.  Shaking my head 
slowly.  
    Eyes drawn to the young man  stopping at my table and looking up 
expectantly.  His hand extended as if  to hand me out of a car.  "Would you like 
to dance Ma'am"  A smile on  my wide lips.
    "I didn't think I was that  old."  Seeing a flush on his face and 
relenting.  "Thanks for the  invite and I am honored."  Taking his hand and 
walking out to the small  open floor and moving slowly with the young man showing 
me all the courtesies of  a lady.  Inviting him back to my table after a 
couple of dances and using  him to help me learn to make small talk.  
    The young man probably twenty  years or more younger then me.  And most 
likely those who watched think I  am robbing the cradle.  Holding his hand 
and giving him a kiss on the lips  and thanking him as he gets up to leave 
for a party with family.  "Wish I  could invite you; but I don't think my 
family and friends would understand the  age difference."  Smiling at him and a 
soft laugh.  "I am sure they  would not understand how a handsome young man 
would be seen in the company of an  older woman."  Giving him a kiss on the 
lips as I hug him and press my  breasts against his chest.  
    "Maybe I could pass up the  party."  Looking at his earnestness.  
"Maybe, you could; but I think  not today.  I wouldn't want to disappoint your 
expectations.  Hope to  see you again.  Soon."
    Watching the young man leave and  taking my drink and finding my corner 
seat at the bar unoccupied.  Sliding  onto the stool with a minimum of 
stares, as I cross one long tanned leg over the  other.  Learning quickly that 
when you have small breasts, use you best  assets to garner attention.  And 
my legs do get a look or two or  three.
    The late afternoon working into  early evening as the clientele has 
changed over and a few more conversations  later, yawning and thinking in terms 
of heading back home to Fritz who will need  to be let out to find his 
relief.
    Vowing to leave when I finish my  drink and almost making it; before my 
friend John shows up at the bar.   Walking in alone and seeing his eyes 
find mine and slide past as he saunters up  to the bar and orders a mug of 
beer.  Bullshitting with a couple of men I  vaguely know, slowing down my 
finishing of my drink, as I see him looking over  to me now and then.
    Finding another coaster added to  my pile as I pretend to be watching 
the TV and having interest in the sports  news.  
    Watching John get his second  beer and picking it up and walking to 
where I am sitting.  "One of them is  from me."  His hand indicating the 
coasters.  "Sort of a thank  you."
    My eyes meeting his and feigning  disinterest as I hold my tongue.  His 
patter not much different then the  previous night.  Jokes that I have 
heard him tell a hundred times.   Spacing the innocent with some suggestive ones 
as he tries to get me to show  interest.
    Failing in that he tries another  track.  "You are one good looking 
woman Patrice.  You had me hotter  then I have been in years.  And you aren't 
difficult to look at  either."
    The last sentence drawing a  laugh from me.  "Thanks for the 
compliments.  You do know that you  took advantage of me last night and this morning?  
Not only you; but your  friend George also.  Not a very nice thing to do.  
Or do you think it  was okay to fuck a drunken woman who wasn't even aware 
of what you were  doing?"  My voice lower as I spit out this accusation.  
    Uncrossing my legs and swiveling  to face him as he stand at the bar.  
Indicating to the bar keep for another  beer.  No answer as I watch him look 
into my face and then slowly lower his  eyes to my chest and then my lap 
and legs.
    Feeling a flush as he speaks,  "you do have lovely legs and I would 
love to see them wrapped around my hips,  pulling me deeper."
    My first instinct was to slap  his face, and my hand did raise up, but 
then I laughed at his daring self  confidence.  Shaking my head in amazement.
    Taking it as a sign or something  as he leans closer and his hand rests 
on my knee.  Fingers tapping lightly,  waiting for me to respond in some 
manner.
    Looking at this rough man, a  friend when I wasn't vulnerable and 
female, now a man wanting to put me down and  stick it in me.  And knowing his 
intention, feeling a warmth between  my legs and an ache in my breasts as I 
listen to his line.  His fingers  wandering a little higher and lifted and set 
back down to my knee.  Not  refusing his attention; but not allowing him 
more then a squeeze on my lower  thighs.
    Letting him take me to the dance  area and moving to a slow dance with 
his hands familiarly on the back of my  hips, fingers resting on my upper 
buttocks.  His hand trying to pull me  closer as I use mine to fend him off 
and keep inches between our bodies.   In spite of his coarseness, I do find 
his humor entertaining as I did  before.  
    Finding a booth and sitting  across from him, seeing the disappointment 
in his eyes as he looks across at  me.  "Where is your friend George 
today?"  Watching his face as he  digests the question.  Then his loud laugh, "did 
you want me to see if some  of my friends could join us?"
    Blushing as I seem to do a lot  in his presence, then forcing a laugh.  
"No, I think I had enough of your  friends last night and this morning."
    Leaning close across the  table,  "you seem to be pretty confident in 
yourself John, don't any of the  ladies ever turn you down?"
    His evil smile.  "Few do  and most are too worn out to complain 
afterwards."  Looking at him as I sit  back.  Then abruptly standing, I need to use 
the ladies room.  I might  be back shortly."  Turning and letting my skirt 
swirl around my thighs as  my ass jiggles a little as I find my way to a 
haven of safety.  Not looking  back; but knowing he is watching and so are many 
of the other men in the  bar.
    Finding the solitude of the  restroom and sitting in a stall and 
finding my fingers teasing between my legs  and building a little fire as I think 
over this afternoon and then the morning  and past night.  Eyes closing as 
my legs spread and I rub my pearl to a  throbbing life.  Bringing myself 
close and then forcing myself to  stop.  Sniffing my fingers and inhaling the 
musk of my body.
    Then stepping out of my panties  and putting them in my shoulder bag.  
Checking my hair and putting on some  clear lip gloss and a daub of perfume 
as I walk back into the main  taproom.  Seeing a man  sitting in the booth 
with John as I walk to  the booth.  Eyes looking down and John sliding out 
and letting me slide  inside of him on the same side.
    The man exchanging a few more  tidbits of conversation about sports and 
then going back to his  table.
    "Did you pay him to sit down and  force me to sit next to you.?"  His 
smile widening.
    "Wish I had thought of that; but  seems it worked out well."  His hand 
again familiarly  finding  my  thigh just above my knee.  Feeling the firm 
squeeze and his hand  slipping higher.  My hand covering his as I try to 
figure out what I want  from this.  
    "I like that two shirt  affect.  Just enough material to keep your 
nipples from showing.  And  I like that you don't wear bras."  His eyes 
pointedly looking at at the  soft bumps in my tank top and the swelling of the hard 
tip just hidden or  exposed as the knotted shirt allows.
    "You don't even hide the fact  that you are a pig.  Whatever happened 
to conversation that doesn't have a  hidden sexual overture?"  My hand 
reaching to sip at my rum and coke,  drawing it through the small straw as I sit 
back at an angle in the booth.   His large body blocking most of me from the 
rest of the bar, as he slides a  little closer and his hand moves higher on 
my thigh.  
    Watching though half lidded  eyes, trying to not show the increased 
heartbeat and my taking slow deep  breaths.  Feeling his crass nature actually 
exciting my body as I feel my  nipples hard enough to cut diamonds and my 
pussy lips engorging and my walls  weeping moisture.
    Lifting my right hand to my face  and inhaling, catching the scent of 
my restroom rubbing on my fingers.  The  musk is strong.  Switching my hand 
from my face to brush along John's upper  lip.  Smiling as I see the scent of 
my pussy drawing his focus, as I lower  the fingers to trace his lips and 
watching as he grabs my wrist and holds it  firmly as he sucks on the fingers.
    My eyes holding his as I push  the fingers in and pull them out slowly. 
 Fucking his  mouth.  
    His hand moving back to my thigh  and sliding up the inside of my thigh 
as he turns to me.  My legs parting  and allowing the thick fingers to move 
higher, slipping under the hem of my  skirt as I spread my legs more and 
then lift one leg onto the booth seat between  us.  My skirt lifting to expose 
the bare lips of my pussy as the slit  parts. 
    A soft moan as his hand finds  the fat lips, eyes closing as the touch 
parts and dips into the warm  moisture of my entrance.  Legs trembling as I 
feel the fingers press  deeper.  Holding my breath as I wait his next move.  
Fingers squeezing  the swollen flesh in a firm grip, clamping hard on one 
of my cunt lips and  twisting.  Wincing as I feel a flash of pain, biting my 
lower lip as he  squeezes and the then releases.  My hand reaching down to 
touch the bruised  flesh.
    "You liked that didn't you  Patrice?"  His lips leaning into me, 
crowding me in the corner of the booth  and pressing hard on my lips, as his moves 
between my legs again and clamps hard  on my engorged labia.  Eyes closing 
as his tongue pushes deep into my  mouth, taking the groan of pain into his. 
 My body squirming on the seat as  I try to escape from the hard grip on my 
privates.  My nipples aching with  sensation as he release my lips and 
still gripping my pubes, he push up the tank  top exposing a swollen nipple to 
his lips as they savagely bite  at the turgid flesh, holding the breast in 
his mouth and pulling more in  and holding it firmly in his mouth, as his 
tongue lashes the tip.
    Whimpering as again I bite my  lower lip, holding the sound in my 
mouth, as I writhe against his mouth and my  lower body jerks to escape his grip. 
 Nostrils flaring as I feel jolts of  pleasure  building deep in my core.
    Hands grasping his wrist as I  try to ease his clamped fingers, 
straining to escape the pain and pleasure  alternating waves of sensation.
    Suddenly John sitting back in  his seat, his hand releasing my labia 
and mouth freeing my breast and  nipple.  Looking at him with fear, as I cup 
my pubes with one hand and the  other covers the bruised breast.  Rubbing the 
soreness as I watch him  calmly pick up his beer and finish it with lip 
smacking  enjoyment.
    Pulling my tank top down and my  skirt back over my thighs.  Eyes 
focusing again as I watch him slip  from the booth mug in hand.  Not moving as he 
returns with a beer  and another drink for me.  
    Smiling as he places it in  front of me and calmly tells another joke.  
Not even mentioning what just  took place a few minutes ago.  Where I 
thought I was controlling and  directing, realizing I so quickly lost myself and 
was  helpless.
    Reaching for and taking a long  sip of my drink, still taking long deep 
breaths.  His patter washing over  me as I sit and listen and take stock of 
the situation.  
    His hand again resting on my  thigh and I can feel the leg trembling 
under the hard rough hand.  My  breast itching and pussy lips sore; but still 
feeling excited by what  happened.
    Turning to John as he hand is  warm against the inside of my thighs and 
trapping it between them as I drop a  hand to his lap and grasp the bulge 
in the front of his jeans.  Fingers  tracing it up and down, maintaining a 
steady pressure as the easy patter is now  forced as my hand stimulates the 
engorged flesh.  
    Wondering to myself if he had  the erection before he cornered me or 
got it while he was squeezing the  responses from my breast and pussy.  Was he 
proudly walking across the  floor with it showing in the front of his pants 
while he ordered drinks.   Many questions filling my head as my long 
fingers, toy with the aroused pant  covered flesh.
    Not sure if I could make him cum  in his jeans and water mark the front 
of them and if that would even embarrass  him at all.
    Fingers tapping lightly where  the crown would be and then moving them 
to his belt.  Pulling the tongue  from the buckle and unlatching it, then 
smiling as my hand moves deftly to undo  the button.  His body shielding the 
rest of the room from my hand as I  slowly whisk the zipper down.  Pulling 
the tabs apart and then tugging at  the flaps of his jockey shorts and freeing 
the captive from his dark  cell.
    Eyes raising to look at his as  my fingers lightly grasp the warm organ 
and slide up and down.  Feeling the  soft outer coating pulling with my 
hand movement; but the steely core hard and  unyielding.  Changing hands as I  
lick the now free one and then slip  it under my skirt to wipe on the wet 
opening of my cunt lips.   Then switching my hands again as I use the wet cunt 
grease one to stroke up  his shaft.  Not needing to look at his cock as I 
feel it swelling more, the  veins bulging out of the sides, the one on the 
underside thick and long running  the length of his shaft.
    My hand moving up and down the  exposed shaft.  Then moving to cup the 
head with my hand and squeeze the  mushroom cap, moving a fingernail across 
the small opening.  Feeling the  slick moisture oozing from the slit.  
Rubbing it over the cockhead with my  finger pad.  Then bringing it to my mouth 
to lick from the finger  tip.
    My hand finding his warm pulsing  shaft again.  Eyes watching as I can 
see the strain building, slowly as his  hands grasp the table edge and the 
back of the seat.  Leaning to kiss his  lips, wetting the dryness with my 
tongue as I lean to whisper into his  ear.  
    Giggling, "I have to leave very  shortly and let my dog out.  I so wish 
I could finish this for you.   You seem to be tongue tied."  Another quick 
laugh as my hand releases his  shaft, leaning and kissing the tip.  "I 
really do need to go to the ladies  room and then home."  
    "You cock teaser.  You need  to finish this and now." My body crowding 
him from the booth to stand to  the side. As I slip out, my skirt high and 
exposing my upper thighs and maybe  more as I stand, and give him a peck on 
the cheek.
    His shirttails covering the open  zipper and cock as he fumbles to zip 
up.  My path to the rest room clear  and quickly relieving myself to find 
him waiting at the door as I step  out.
    His hands going to my waist and  pulling me tight to him.  Then 
slipping to cup my ass cheeks and grind my  mound into his hard bulge.  "I really 
do have to go John,  I am  sorry."
    Breaking his grasp and walking  to the tap room and then out into the 
gathering gloom of evening.  The  overcast sky, making it darker then it 
really is as I move through the parking  lot to my car in the far corner.
    "Wait up a sec."  Hearing  him running behind me, wondering if he made 
a scene leaving the bar with his  obvious hard on tucked in his pants.  
    Turning as I walk around the  back of my car to the drivers side, 
clicking the door locks up.  Seeing a  mixture of emotions clouding his face, or 
so it seems.  
    "I need a good kiss, and when  will I see you again?"  I like that his 
voice is less demanding then almost  begging.  Turning to him and feeling 
his hands take my waist again and pull  me against him as his lips mash into 
mine hard.  His tongue pushing and  then finding and opening in my lips and 
then find my tongue.  Tasting the  beer on his mouth.
    In spite of my need to leave,  and knowing I might have an accident 
awaiting me at my house, I open my mouth to  let him push his tongue in further 
and my teeth grab it and suck on the  tip.
    My nipples are hard tip pressing  into his chest as he presses my 
breasts almost flat on my chest.  Shifting  his legs finding purchase with my 
feet and then pushing between my thighs.   Taking a deep breath and 
determinedly pushing him back as I turn to open my car  door.
    Hands grasping me again and  pulling me back against his groin.  His 
hand squeezing my breasts roughly  as his groin sandwiches me against the car 
door.  The hard bulge, pressing  on my ass cheeks as I reach up to the car 
roof and try to brace myself and push  back.  Tank top and knotted shirttails 
push up over my breasts as his hands  savage my chest and nipples.
    Twisting and turning; but to no  avail as I can't escape his hands and 
their kneading and tugging and  squeezing.  My body trembling as I feel it 
surrendering to his  attention.  A long moan as he pinches the hard nipples 
and then  twists.  I can feel the moisture dripping down my legs from my 
leaking cunt  lips.  Breathing hard, seeing myself distorted, mouth wide as I 
look into  the roof of the car.
    One hand still mauling my left  breast as his other hand pulls at my 
skirt and draws it up over my waist to lay  on my back.  Feeling the rough 
jeans and bulge against my ass cheeks and  then a lessening of contact as he 
undoes his jeans and pushes them and his short  down his thighs.
    The warm slap of his cock  against my ass cheek and his voice in my 
ear.  "You cock teaser, you will  get me off and right now bitch."  His hand 
slapping my ass hard, the sound  loud in the parking lot as my body jumps from 
the impact.  A loud groan of  surprise and pain from my lips.
    "Now slide back from the car and  spread you legs wide and bend over, 
your fucking ass high woman."  His hand  on my waist, pulling me back and 
then forcing me over.  His big hand now  holding both of mine against the car 
as I feel him move close behind me and his  hard cock push between my thighs. 
 A soft whimper as I feel his cock head  find the swollen and fevered labia 
and push easily into the slick opening.   Groaning loudly as he smacks his 
groin against my ass cheeks.  The cock  penetrating deep, spreading my 
walls.  My eyes blinking as I  gasp.
    One hand holding mine in place  as his other hand is squeezing and 
mauling my left breast.  His hips  pulling back till just the fat knob is 
between my cunt lips, then snapping  forward, pounding the shaft in hard and 
flattening my ass cheeks with a loud  slap of flesh.  My head rocking on my neck 
as he continues to fuck in and  pull back.  My walls grasping and leaking 
around his cock, wetting my labia  in wet suctioning gasps of my cunt on his 
prick.
    Spittle dripping from my lips as  my mouth open releasing one moan and 
whimper after another.  HIs fingers  digging into my breast flesh and 
pinching and tugging the already bruised  tip.  My hips now rocking back into his 
thrusts.  Taking his cock  deeper as he shifts and prods my legs further 
apart.  My free breast  jiggling on my chest as the onslaught continues for 
long minutes and then feel  his fingers crushing my breast in his calloused 
fingers.  The pain forcing  a loud groan from my throat, as I feel my wall 
clench on his cock like his  fingers are on my helpless breast.
    The head swelling against my  walls and then spitting gouts of thick 
cream against my walls and the entrance  to my womb.  His hips jerking and 
forcing me forward as if he could push  his seed deeper in my cunt.  
    Collapsing against the  car  as he pulls out.  Hard slaps on my ass 
cheeks as he spins me around and  bruises my lips with his hard brutal kiss.  
"Now you can go home  bitch."  Two slaps of his hands finding my breasts and 
stinging the already  throbbing flesh.  "You will be here tomorrow, do you 
hear me Patrice.   Not only because I am telling you; but because you like 
what I give you."   His laugh loud and rolling over the parking lot as he 
grabs my hair and pushes  me onto the asphalt.  "Clean it."
    Sucking at the softening cock  and licking with wide tongue over his 
shaft and cum soaked hairy ball  sack.  Tears welling in my eyes as he pulls 
up his pants and walks away,  back into the bar.  Zipping up and redoing his 
belt buckle as he  enters.  Knowing he is going to brag of what he got in 
the parking  lot.
    Looking around and pulling my  tank top down over my breasts, undoing 
the knot of the button shirt to let is  hang loose and not rub on the sore 
globes and tips.  My skirt back down on  my thighs; but not hiding the puddle 
of semen between my legs as I push myself  wearily to my feet. 
    Looking dazedly around the  parking lot, not seeing anyone who might 
have witnessed this scene; but not sure  if anyone was watching or listening 
when it was happening.
    Stooping to pick my keys from  the ground and throwing my purse on the 
passenger seat and climbing into the  drivers seat.  Sitting there for a 
long minute as I collect my  thoughts.
    Sobbing as I turn the key and  drive out of the parking lot.  Feeling 
the spreading wetness between my  legs as his seed seeps out of my well 
fucked cunt.  Head on the steering  wheel as I contemplate what I have let happen 
to me again.  Then forcing  myself out of the car.  My ass stinging and my 
pussy feeling swollen and  raw as I hear the squish of man cum coating my 
lips as I stand up.  Seeing  the wetness on the seat and using a tissue to 
clean it up, smelling the strong  musk of my arousal and sex as I lean into the 
close confines of the  car.  Walking to the house, feeling the cunt lips 
rubbing on each other,  reminding me of my lack of a satisfying release.  My 
breasts shaking under  my top and painfully aching with each step...........
       
    
    
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