With a miff of frustration I gave the door one lastly half-hearted push, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a flyspeck one hundred and five pound sign, I didn't stand a prospect of muscling it open. I put my hands on my hips and gave it a pouty look of vexation."Hi Neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."spirit like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my prospicient blonde fuzz back over my ear."My back room access is too slopped,"I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fencing of my lowly back yard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a take a much closer look to know for sure enough,"he replied with a grinning."Hi, by the way. I've seen you around, but we haven't met. I'm Jack."he said, extending a handshake.

"Oh, ah ... Hi ! I answered. I'm Stephanie. I just moved in a few workweek ago."

"So you're locked out ?"knave inquired.

"Nah, the front door is unlocked,"I replied."It's just that ... well ... it's just frustrating, that's all. Growing up, my Mom would never let my dad come in the indorse door. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the endorse door was uncivilized. Mom was very edgy about appearances. I think he actually got away with sneaking in there once. But I heard them arguing about it, late at night, and Mom raised such a fuss that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was detached to use my back room access whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high school and finally on my own, I've got a book binding room access that's too pie-eyed to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him really politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his married woman got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ harlot'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breath, having blurted all that out in a unmarried rush of frustration. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my eyes start to water with crying.

diddly gave me concerned look."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a grand little back door like yours go unused. severalise you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come over and see what I can do to loosen it up for you."

I sniffed and wiped a teardrop from my eye, giving him a promising look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't idea, that would be so great. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be handy with a tool."

Jack gave me a nod of authority."No job. And I got the utter tool for unregenerate back-doors right-hand here."He padded the front man pocket of his jeans with his hand.

I glanced down and saw an impressive excrescence."Oh ... Wow,"I remarked."That trusted looks like a really big creature. You carry that around with you everywhere ?"

"I can't imagine leaving home without it,"Jack assured me."Never can tell when I might find a damsel in distress who needs something pried open."

"well, that sounds like just what I need ! OK ... Jack, right wing ?"I chirped with excitement."I'll see you in half an hour, OK ? You and your big tool ? Don't you dare be lately !"I added with a wink.

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in response as I happily skipped off around the niche of the sign. I spent the next half hour nervously tidying the place up. Right on time, 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the room access and let him in.

"Hi again,"I grinned."Prompt and eager. I like that."

"Never keep a lady wait,"jackass replied with a cursory smiling.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to tear his centre away from my blind drunk cut-off teeshirt. I stuck my chest out towards him."You like ‘ em ?"I inquired.

"What ? Oh, Yeah ! They're looking salient ! I'm a immense fan, and keep an eye on them whenever I get a opportunity,"he replied in reference to the big boldface ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the movement of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to tease apart up that stubborn little back door of yours ?"

I led him into the kitchen."You want any help ?"I inquired."I'd probably just get in the way ..."

"Oh, I insist that you give me a deal,"Jack replied. It's kind of a job for two multitude, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, eager to assist in any way potential. Then I looked at the doorway and noticed that I had left the curtains - thin pinko red framework with a lacy white hem - hanging in the back threshold windowpane.

Jack noticed them at the same time."Hey, they match your shorts !"he remarked.

I looked down and giggled. sure enough, I was wearing the Same pink colored boxershorts with a lacy ovalbumin hem."I guess those are in the way ?"I inquired.

Jack agreed."Definitely. Here, let me facilitate you pull them down."

With his assistance, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his nose and gave a deep sniff."They smell heavenly,"he sighed.

"Probably like cream pie,"I explained."Seems like I've always got something boiling in my oven, and the lace just picks up the scent."



"Well, its making my lip water,"he replied."make me want to keep them and take them domicile to enjoy your wonderful smells later on, but I guess I better give ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him keep them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just stuff them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a composition board carton on a kitchen chair. laborer tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked ready to continue.

"OK, so where do you desire me ?"I inquired, eager to get started.

"How about right down here,"manual laborer indicated, putting his manus on my pelvic arch to steer me into position."There you go, just get on your hands and knees and I'll work from behind you."

I quickly complied, assuming a kneel position on the story."OK, so what's my job ? You want me to hang on to your tool or something ?"

"Maybe later, but at commencement I just want you to concur everything stabilize,"Jack explained."I'll take guardianship of the residue. You might want to distribute your branch a niggling wider. And roll your hips up. There you go. See, you got upright counterweight that way."I did as requested."Wow !"diddley exclaimed. I figured you had a overnice looking back room access, but now that we've incur it bring out, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does count extremely wet to me."

I blushed at the compliment."You want to convey a photograph ?"I teased.

"Could I ?"old salt replied."I mean, I don't want to be weird or anything, but I got some buddy that would just love to see it. They'll be so jealous."

"Sure,"I answered."Go ahead. You want me to locomote ?"

"Absolutely not !"diddley replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and grant me a big smile."I heard the tv camera of his prison cell phone clicking behind me."I want a couplet of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the television camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more clicks as Jack took photos from every angle."You think I could convey some more pictures once we manage to get your binding door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd dearest to have some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping wide open."

"Sure doodly-squat, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a sense of superbia that he thought my piffling back door was so pretty that his buddies would want to see all his film."If they like, they can all arrive over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

Jack laughed and shook his head."Nope. Call me dotty, but I'd like to save your back door our piffling secret, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more exposure, getting in really closing curtain. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a afters piffling puss you have !"

I looked up, and saw my pussy had poked his oral sex into the kitchen, curious of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my babe. Come on over, Kitty !"

"Looks like your pussycat is a short-hair,"he observed.

"You like the look ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next door neighbor Suzy says it makes my slit look really cunning. She lives on the other side of meat of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may bear bumped into her once or twice,"diddly replied."I think she might get mentioned something about her having a gratifying piddling pussy too ?"

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of course I'm partial tone, because she's my own short pussycat. But anyway, yeah, Suzy has one of those ... ah ... well darn, I forget the figure for it. But anyway, she's got one of those hairless puss. She calls it ‘ Muffin ’."

tar looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure, in picture and stuff, but I never met anyone who actually had one. So Suzy's muffin is completely bare ? Does she like shave it, or does she just have a naturally hairless cunt ?

"I think it's naturally bare. She's never like, you know, asked me to help shave her Muffin, but I'm not really sure. I'll ask her and let you know."

"That's so cool,"Jack remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and play with it ? Does it sense Weird or anything ?"

"Oh, certainly, I pet her slight muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel weird. But you can like see every slight fold and seam, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them pussy play dates. They like to rub up against each other. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some wrestling, but just playful - we don't allow biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another playing period date, do you require to come over too, and play with both of our pussies at the same time ? Then you can see which one you like better."

"I'd like that, seeing your Cream-Puff and her bare little gem squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a secretive whisper,"I bet I'll like your fuzzy little pussy the best."

I blushed again and smiled, happy that sea dog really seemed to care my cunt."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my rearwards door, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing spirit."So you still want me down here on my hands and human knee ?"

jackstones nodded, and I made it a point to spread my legs and arch my back as he had requested, wanting to do whatever I could to help him out with the project.

"Let me just get out my tool,"Jack explained.

I glanced around behind me and gave a pant of surprisal. It was much bigger than I had ever imagined."Oh ... gosh ! Is that going to fit ?"I asked nervously."It's just that ... well, my rachis door is very, very slopped ..."

"Don't headache, I'll be extremely careful,"seafarer assured me."I always start with my finger, just to be on the prophylactic side."From behind me, he eased his middle finger into the fling of my back door, slowly sliding up and down, exploring. I gasped as he pressed his digit ever deeper into the crack.

"Careful ..."I urged him with a spooky shiver in my voice."Go slow ..."

"You're too nervous,"he assured me."William Tell you what, let me show you how to do it, and you can jump by yourself. That way you'll get a ripe feel for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip."OK, move over me your hand. There you go. Now take your digit -- I usually use the middle finger -- and just rub it up and down that shot of yours. See ? That's not so scary, is it ?"I nodded in agreement.

"OK, now find that spot where you can work that finger's breadth in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my head word up. Jack grinned at me."Find the spot I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow and well-heeled. There you go."

"Oh ... OH !"I replied, zeroing in on the area."Oh Yeah ! I think I got it !"

mariner let me work my fingerbreadth for various minutes, as I swiveled my pelvic arch with the effort."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a minuscule push. It's all very tight in there, so don't try to force it. It will open up on its own once you work it enough."

"Like this ?"I inquired nervously. I didn't want to do it wrong and have him think I was silly, or think that I didn't know anything about how to get into my own back door.

"You're doing great. Just take your meter,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your total digit up into that tight little crack by the clip you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my digit up into my tight footling back door scissure, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my middle finger and slowly began to employ an ever-increasing pressure. I started to puff with the sweat, but try as I might, I just could not manage to stick the tip of my fingerbreadth inside. I groaned in frustration, but Jack had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

I bit my blue lip, thinking."Oh, there's a bottle of olive oil on the counterpunch. Would that work ?"

"Absolutely,"Jack replied as I grabbed the container."Virgin ?"he asked.

I nodded."Extra Virgin, actually,"I corrected, showing him the label.

I settled back down into position, and shit poured just a pocket-sized dripping of the slippery oil onto my finger's breadth. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the crack of my stubborn back door, looking to find that double-dyed spot I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could finger the resistance start to grant way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased right up in there. I wriggled my pelvic girdle and spread my legs further, remembering to arch my back as gob had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this book binding door work. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very first time. I pushed harder, trying to affect him. Slowly I worked the distance of my finger's breadth up into the cranny, my chest heaving with excitement. And then I felt the metacarpophalangeal joint of my other finger meet resistance. I had my finger as deep as it would go !"You're doing nifty !"seaman encouraged."Now work it in and out, and twist it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already palpate my back door starting to loosen up, just a fiddling bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my finger back and Forth River as I was really starting to get the hang of it. I was even starting to guess that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered diddley with it. But he seemed well-chosen to help out."OK, that's a good start,"he observed,"but let me express you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to throw good progress. seafarer took the feeding bottle of oil and let a bounteous drip pour right into the crack of my book binding doorway. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more than lubrication, the honorable,"he explained."Don't headache about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental distinction of that utilitarian information. Jack sure was smart. He put one mitt on my back to steady himself. I arched my back and spread my legs a small advance. Then Jack-tar slowly slipped his finger into the taut little crack of my dorsum door. Since I had already loosened thing up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as trench as it would go in a smooth, steady effort. I gave a little squeal of nervous fervor. My petite minuscule girl fingerbreadth was one thing, but laborer's manly sized fingerbreadth was a definite step up in size of it. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really tight in there."I nodded in accord."OK, once you get a finger all the way in, turn it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprisal. With his finger bent over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly tight trivial crack, prying it ever further candid. I could feel my rachis room access shudder in reaction to his expert tinge and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked digit back and forth as I swayed on my deal and articulatio genus. A bead of sweat broke out on my brow as I struggled to stay fresh things steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my punt doorway crack. Just when we were making such wondrous progress. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just manage to get two fingerbreadth in there ?"I asked in amazement.

"Actually, I got three of ‘ em stuffed up there, baby."he replied with a smiling, slowly twisting them back and Forth River. I panted eagerly and wriggled my hips with excitement. I was starting to intend that Jack might not even ask his tool for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this rate, we were going to get my blind drunk little back doorway pried spread in no clock time !

diddly-squat slid his digit from my chap and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive shaft in manus."Oh, Jack ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one thing, but that instrument of yours is like a invertebrate foot long and as big around as my articulatio radiocarpea. I don't think my minuscule back door can handle all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a chill out voice."You'd be surprised how big of a peter even a miserly little back threshold like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fearfulness, but then nodded in loth agreement. Jack was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my back threshold ?

"The trick,"Jack explained, pressing his prick into my fissure,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slide in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the work we had already done by hand. But manual laborer and I were both determined. Jack applied another jet of oil, and it drained down the duration of my crack and trickled into a pool on the floor. Now his vast cock was very tricky and severe to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to apply inexorable pressure sensation. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few second of dedicated effort, the rounded tip of his tool suddenly wedged its way in.

"jack ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my hips as I tend to do when I get excited. diddlysquat nodded with expiation."Now just take for steady there. Don't charge it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch a bit and get used to the shaft being in there."

I nodded, bore to get more of that tool up in there. But Jack sounded like he knew his was around blotto back room access, so I just held myself unshakable on my mitt and knees, my body quivering with excitement at how well this projection was going.

Slowly he started to push. An inch or two of his massive instrument slid up into my offer. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to set once again. I could see it was going to be a tedious process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his tool was still jammed tightly in my crack. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to wonder if it was even possible to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the sentiment of diddlyshit's prized tool being stuck forever in my tight little back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to end up the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an easy four in of his tool disappeared into the profoundness. He held himself there, letting the puppet do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up detrition. My stringent fissure clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his tool, refusing to give up it. After a bit, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his exercising weight on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. eighter from Decatur inch of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, pamper ?"he inquired."Some indorse door are about at their demarcation at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous chill ran through me. I choked back my fear that his Brobdingnagian creature couldn't possibly get across any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this period would just seem like such a shame. labourer strained as he pulled back, my back door clutching the prick irradiation in a viselike grip. The rubbing building up in my chap was incredible !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to fire up things up in there. You can almost palpate it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. to a greater extent oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something wonderful stewing in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the slam of his tool. Only the very tip remained embedded as he skimmed his fist up and down the open length, giving it a glossy sheen.

Then with a deep breathing place, he slowly pressed forward. The added lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help oneself. A squeal of ebullience escaped my lip as our combined crusade created a smooth, unfluctuating motion that didn't stop until the broad duration of knave's shaft was fully embedded in my crack. He and I were both panting with the effort."That's ... that's the whole thing, all the way up in there, right diddley ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his shaft fully embedded, he worked it around in a lazy circle. I could sense my fuddled little crack quivering as it was strained to its very point of accumulation."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a frightening tone.

"Relax, sister,"he assured me."A hind doorway like yours is built to take this and plenty more. Trust me, we're going to get matter loosened up nice and easy. Now spread your wooden leg a little wider ... there you go, and arch that back for me as much as you can."I felt a little subconscious mind but I did as he requested, and it did appear to help a slight.

Slowly Jack withdrew the distance of his massive shaft, and then gently pressed the cock back in to its limits. It seemed to go even deeper up the fracture this time, but that was probably just my imaging. He pulled back again, and my nerves began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman diddlyshit was. A footling yip of surprisal escaped my back talk as jackass's tool popped completely devoid of my bet on door. I cried out in frustration, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his tool, I realized that he had done it on purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to goggle open nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the opening in speedy sequence, seeming very pleased with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly motor the full distance of the massive cock shaft fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a unfaltering rhythm, slowly picking up speed. Back and Forth he stroked his heavyweight peter. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every time he did that, it went in easier and easygoing, until he could advertize his massive putz up my cover door tornado with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with excitement.

Suddenly I realized that my fuzzy little snatch was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her Menachem Begin to purr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really hard and unrestrained friction. I could feel my picayune pussy thrill with upheaval, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen floor. I shrieked in surprisal !"Oh Jack ! I'm so sorry ! I swear, my fiddling snatch has never made a quite a little like that before !"I felt a blush of red creeping up my grimace.

"It's totally sang-froid, Baby,"he assured me, never missing a chance event."Some pussies will do that when they get really excited. Your little Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the activity going on backrest here."

I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring kitty. She gave another squirt on the floor, and then one More before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back door and was totally into his piece of work. I could finger my back door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could verify the quivering were quivering through my stallion consistency.

I could sense seaman starting to shake also. The poor dear -- I was really working him concentrated. I would have to cook him dinner or something to make up for all his endeavor."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na spud some oil up ... oh ... up into that pie-eyed little tornado of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really beneficial approximation. Jack let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the depths of tornado, he launched a nebuliser of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed jet after spurt of his oil. I guess former people might give birth complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every utmost piddling corner and cranny of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to quit, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuff crack, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the puddle of a hatful that my mad picayune puss had just made. Jack stuffed his dick back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another huge warhead of slippery fluid. There was no topographic point left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his implant tool cock, draining onto the floor in a midst, steady stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his dick fully jammed up in the crack for several instant, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back door with a wet, slurping sound.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle burst from my brim. Jack had done it ! My back door was gaping wide exposed. It was a great deal of track, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm up summer walkover blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard manual laborer's tv camera earpiece clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the moving picture he wanted once we got my back room access fully opened up."Oh tar !"I protested."Let me at least clean up the pot first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my twat made on the story ..."But jack insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a good labor that way. I smiled and nodded in accord. After he was done, he and I looked at the video on his phone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impress with his work, but he humbly insisted that things wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my assist.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on precarious legs I got up to answer it. It was my friend Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the flimsy walls that separated our apartment, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd racket had sent her petty pussy Muffin into quite an unrestrained state.

I explained that my new friend mariner and I had been working hard on loosening up my tight back doorway, and she seemed very interested. We chatted for a few minutes more, and then I hung up.

"That was your neighbor next door ?"manual laborer inquired. I nodded, and then looked down, nervously biting my lower lip.

"What's the matter ?"Jack inquired.

"Well, I ... ah ... I kind of told her about the marvelous job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the accurate Lapp problem with her cover doorway also. Oh Jack, I'm sorry, but I ... I variety of promised her that you might be able to fix her up too, since you did such a wonderful job with mine. But I can call her back and narrate her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any promise without asking you first."

Jack laughed."It's no problem at all, really. We can go over there right now, if you want."

I let out a Brobdingnagian suspiration of relief and rushed to give him a hug."Jack, you're just the honorable guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to pretend you dinner. She an absolutely fabulous cook ! She said she's already got a buttered cookie waiting for you. You're gon na love her cooky, laborer. It's all hot and steamy, and all gooey on the inside. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for more !"

diddlyshit grinned."I've never turned down the offer of a hot steamy biscuit. Sure, I say let's head on over there and you and I can dig in."

"Oh, Jack, I couldn't,"I replied."I feel absolutely stuffed. You'll have to eat my butter-biscuit too, if you don't mind."Jack nodded eagerly and assured me that he wouldn't judgement that at all.

I reached down and snatched up my puss."ejaculate on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go visit your small acquaintance, gem ! Oh, knave, come over here and find my little pussy. She's already starting to whizz because she knows what's coming ! I'm so excited. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her Muffin together for you to play with, but I didn't think it would happen so soon ! seed on Jack, rush ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

Jack smiled and delicately put two fingerbreadth into my box, pulling out the pink and lacy cloth."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an disport smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding moving ridge."Just give those here, Jack. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to glance in, I say let ‘ em get a dear flavor. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at to the lowest degree match with both our backsides completely bare."

And then Jack and I hurried over, already making programme on how all three of us were going to be able to work on Suzy's back doorway together, while keeping a pair of rambunctious snatch entertained at the same metre. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a story for another day .