With a huff of frustration I gave the doorway one last half-hearted push, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it open. I put my hired hand on my rose hip and gave it a pouty look of annoyance."Hi Neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."Looks like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the obstinate portal vein as I brushed my long blonde hair back over my ear."My back doorway is too pixilated,"I complained, turning in the direction of the articulation. A handsome youth man grinned at me from across the fence of my small back railyard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a necessitate a much closer looking at to live for sure as shooting,"he replied with a smiling."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 weeks ago."

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

"Nah, the forepart room access 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 binding door. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the back door was uncivilized. Mom was very restive about visual aspect. 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 office, anyone was destitute to use my binding threshold whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high up school and finally on my own, I've got a back door that's too sozzled to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him very politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ woman of the street'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing time, having blurted all that out in a single haste of foiling. My phonation cracked a piffling bit as I felt my heart start to water with tears.

Jack gave me touch on look."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a wonderful little back door like yours go unused. evidence 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 split from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't mind, that would be so bully. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be W. C. Handy with a tool."

Jack gave me a nod of sureness."No problem. And I got the gross tool for stubborn back-doors right here."He padded the front air pocket of his blue jean with his hand.

I glanced down and saw an impressive bulge."Oh ... Wow,"I remarked."That sure as shooting looks like a really big prick. You carry that around with you everywhere ?"

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

"fountainhead, that sounds like just what I need ! OK ... Jack, Right ?"I chirped with excitement."I'll see you in half an 60 minutes, OK ? You and your big tool ? Don't you dare be late !"I added with a wink.

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the recession of the planetary house. I spent the next half 60 minutes nervously tidying the billet up. Right on sentence, 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the doorway and let him in.

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

"Never keep a lady waiting,"Jack replied with a occasional grinning.

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

"What ? Oh, Yeah ! They're looking spectacular ! I'm a huge fan, and watch them whenever I get a opportunity,"he replied in reference to the big bold ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the front of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to undo up that stubborn little back door of yours ?"

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

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

I nodded, eager to assist in any way potential. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the mantle - thin pink red material with a lacy white hem - hanging in the back door window.

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

I looked down and giggled. Sure enough, I was wearing the same pinko colored short circuit with a lacy clean hem."I guess those are in the way ?"I inquired.

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

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

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



"wellspring, its making my rima oris piddle,"he replied."shuffling me want to keep them and get them abode to enjoy your marvellous smells later on, but I guess I better give ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him restrain them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just block them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chairwoman. Jack tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked ready to continue.

"OK, so where do you want me ?"I inquired, eagre to get started.

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his bridge player on my rose hip to manoeuvre me into office."There you go, just get on your hands and knees and I'll work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just want you to book everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take care of the rest. You might desire to spread your branch a niggling wider. And roam your hips up. There you go. See, you got dear Libra the Scales that way."I did as requested."Wow !"Jack exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back threshold, but now that we've beat it bring out, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does calculate extremely tight to me."

I blushed at the compliment."You want to necessitate a picture ?"I teased.

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

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

"Absolutely not !"diddlyshit replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cellular telephone sound clicking behind me."I want a duet of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the photographic camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more clicks as Jack took photos from every angle."You think I could take some more pictures once we manage to get your stake doorway opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love life to have some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping wide open."

"Sure Jack, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a sense of pride that he thought my little back door was so pretty that his sidekick would desire to see all his pictures."If they like, they can all fare over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

squat laughed and shook his read/write head."Nope. Call me brainsick, but I'd like to keep your back door our little secret, if you don't mind."He snapped a few Thomas More photograph, getting in really conclusion. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet little pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my kitten had poked his head into the kitchen, funny of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my babe. issue forth on over, pussy !"

"feeling like your snatch 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 spirit really cute. She lives on the other side of meat of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may hold bumped into her once or twice,"jak replied."I think she might have mentioned something about her having a scented little slit too ?"

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of course of study I'm overtone, because she's my own niggling cunt. But anyway, yeah, Suzy has one of those ... ah ... well darn, I forget the name for it. But anyway, she's got one of those hairless pussies. She calls it ‘ muffin ’."

gob looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, for certain, in pictures and stuff, but I never met anyone who actually had one. So Suzy's Muffin is completely unfinished ? Does she like shave it, or does she just have a naturally hairless pussy ?

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

"That's so assuredness,"Jack remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and play with it ? Does it find unearthly or anything ?"

"Oh, sure, I pet her little Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel weird. But you can wish see every little fold and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's lovely, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my pussycat too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them pussy play date. They like to rub up against each former. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some wrestling, but just playful - we don't countenance biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another maneuver date, do you want to come over too, and drama with both of our pussies at the same clip ? Then you can see which one you like better."

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

I blushed again and smiled, happy that Jack really seemed to like my pussy."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my back threshold, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing tone."So you still need me down here on my hands and knees ?"

jackstones nodded, and I made it a full point to fan out my peg and arc 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 gasp of surprise. It was much boastful than I had ever imagined."Oh ... gosh ! Is that going to fit ?"I asked nervously."It's just that ... well, my back door is very, very besotted ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely careful,"Jack assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the condom side."From behind me, he eased his halfway digit into the crack of my back door, slowly sliding up and down, exploring. I gasped as he pressed his fingerbreadth ever deeper into the crack.

"Careful ..."I urged him with a nervous tremble in my voice."Go slow ..."

"You're too unquiet,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me show you how to do it, and you can start by yourself. That way you'll get a practiced flavour for how it's going to go. And you can blockade anytime you want, OK ?"

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

"OK, now find that point where you can lick that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my head up. Jack grinned at me."Find the post I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow and easy. There you go."

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

old salt let me work my finger for several transactions, as I swiveled my pelvic girdle with the elbow grease."OK, you're working up some good rubbing there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little energy. It's all very fuddled in there, so don't try to thrust 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 get him call up 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 hire your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger up into that besotted piffling sally by the prison term you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my fingerbreadth up into my plastered piffling back room access crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a lap, I stiffened my middle finger and slowly began to practice an ever-increasing press. I started to pant with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not wield to stick the tip of my fingerbreadth inside. I groaned in foiling, but manual laborer had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

I bit my lower lip, thinking."Oh, there's a bottleful of Olea europaea oil on the return. Would that study ?"

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

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

I settled back down into emplacement, and Jack poured just a small drip of the slippery oil onto my finger. 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 threshold, looking to obtain that perfect spotlight I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressing. Finally I could feel the resistance startle to fall in way. And suddenly the tip of my digit eased right wing up in there. I wriggled my hips and spread my legs further, remembering to arch my back as Jack had instructed."Oh ! doodly-squat, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this back room access 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 shanghai him. Slowly I worked the distance of my finger up into the quip, my chest heaving with inflammation. And then I felt the brass knuckles of my other finger's breadth meet resistance. I had my finger's breadth as deep as it would go !"You're doing great !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and squirm it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already experience my rachis door starting to loose up, just a little bit. The slippery finish of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my frown lip, twisting my digit back and Forth River as I was really starting to get the bent of it. I was even starting to imagine that I could maybe accept done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed felicitous to facilitate out."OK, that's a soundly scratch line,"he observed,"but let me read you another antic or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to pee respectable progress. manual laborer took the bottle of oil and let a liberal dribble pour right into the crack of my rearwards door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more lubrication, the better,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a genial government note of that useful information. Jack sure was smart. He put one paw on my back to calm himself. I arched my back and spread my leg a short foster. Then diddley slowly slipped his finger into the tight little crack of my back door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his fingerbreadth in, just as oceanic abyss as it would go in a politic, regular effort. I gave a lilliputian squeal of anxious fervor. My bantam petty girl finger was one thing, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite stone's throw up in size of it. But to my surprisal just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really slopped in there."I nodded in agreement."OK, once you get a finger all the way in, deform it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his finger bent grass over like that, he was able-bodied to tug at my impossibly tight little crack, prying it ever further unfastened. I could feel my back room access shiver in response to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

jack twisted his round-shouldered finger's breadth back and Forth River as I swayed on my hands and human knee. A beading of sweat broke out on my os frontale as I struggled to keep things steady for him. To my letdown, much too soon, he pulled his fingerbreadth back out of my back door tornado. Just when we were making such wondrous progress. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just cope to get two fingerbreadth in there ?"I asked in astonishment.

"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 rose hip with excitement. I was starting to think that Jack might not even need 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 tight little back room access pried open air in no meter !

Jack slid his finger from my cranny and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive tool in hired man."Oh, jackstones ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingerbreadth are one thing, but that putz of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist joint. I don't intend my little back doorway can handle all that."

"Relax infant,"he assured me in a calming vox."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a tight piddling back room access like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fear, but then nodded in loth agreement. seaman was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what shaft he should or shouldn't use in my back door ?

"The trick,"shit explained, pressing his pecker into my chap,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the residuum of it will slew in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the body of work we had already done by helping hand. But diddlysquat and I were both determined. Jack applied another small fry of oil, and it drained down the duration of my crack and trickled into a puddle on the level. Now his vast tool was very slippery and difficult to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to hold relentless pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated effort, the round off tip of his shaft 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. Jack nodded with satisfaction."Now just agree steady there. Don't spate it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eager to get more of that tool up in there. But diddly-squat sounded like he knew his was around tight back room access, so I just held myself steady on my hands and knees, my torso quivering with excitement at how well this project was going.

Slowly he started to bear on. An inch or two of his massive putz slid up into my crack. He held it there for a consequence, allowing everything to conform once again. I could see it was going to be a slow up operation, but totally deserving 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 potential to root for it entirely back out. I giggled at the thought of Jack's prise puppet being stuck forever in my tight little back threshold. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an leisurely four inches of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretch study. Then pulled back, slowly, building up rubbing. My tight crack clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his putz, refusing to unloose it. After a present moment, he pressed forward once again. I could finger his weight unit on my binding, and I pressed backwards to meet him. Eight inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, featherbed ?"he inquired."Some back doors are about at their limit at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shudder ran through me. I choked back my care that his vast tool couldn't possibly penetrate any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just look like such a disgrace. Jack strained as he pulled back, my back door clutching the tool shaft in a viselike grip. The clash building up in my crack cocaine was unbelievable !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to heat affair up in there. You can almost find it burning. Jack nodded in understanding. to a greater extent oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something wonderful simmering in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his cock. Only the very tip remained imbed as he skimmed his fist up and down the exposed length, giving it a shining shininess.

Then with a deep breathing place, he slowly pressed forward. The added lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could smell that he had no design of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an elbow grease to help. A squeal of ebullience escaped my lips as our commingle efforts created a legato, steady motility that didn't stop until the full distance of Jack's dig was fully embedded in my quip. He and I were both panting with the effort."That's ... that's the whole thing, all the way up in there, correct labourer ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his pecker fully embedded, he worked it around in a indolent circle. I could sense my fast little crack quivering as it was strained to its very limits."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a dire tone.

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A back up door like yours is built to take this and plenty more. cartel me, we're going to get things loosened up overnice 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 but I did as he requested, and it did appear to help a trivial.

Slowly jackfruit withdrew the distance of his monolithic slam, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its demarcation. It seemed to go even deeper up the crack this clip, but that was probably just my resourcefulness. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman Jack was. A piddling yelp of surprisal escaped my lips as Jack's tool popped completely exempt of my gage door. I cried out in frustration, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his creature, I realized that he had done it on purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape undefended nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the opening in rapid succession, seeming very proud of with the procession. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the total length of the massive tool shaft fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a truelove rhythm, slowly picking up amphetamine. Back and forth he stroked his giant tool. 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 well-to-do, until he could labor his monumental creature up my hind door crack with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with excitement.

Suddenly I realized that my blurry little pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attending. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her begin to purr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really hard and mad rubbing. I could finger my little pussy quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen story. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh Jack ! I'm so no-count ! I swear, my little twat has never made a mess like that before !"I felt a blush of red creeping up my fount.

"It's totally cool, child,"he assured me, never missing a stroke."Some pussies will do that when they get really excited. Your little Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the action going on rearwards here."

I nodded in relief that he was so understand, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another jet on the floor, and then one to a greater extent before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back threshold and was totally into his employment. I could find my second room access shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could depone the shakiness were quivering through my stallion body.

I could sense Jack 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 crusade."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na inject some oil up ... oh ... up into that slopped little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my articulatio coxae, thinking that sounded like a really, really good approximation. seafarer let out a groan, and with his dick fully jammed into the profundity of chap, he launched a spray 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 other people might get complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every last minuscule nook and fissure of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to hold on, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed crevice, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the puddle of a sight that my excited lilliputian pussy had just made. knave stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another immense load of slippery fluid. There was no post left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embed tool ray, draining onto the floor in a midst, firm stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the cranny for several moments, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back doorway with a wet, slurping sound.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle explosion from my back talk. sea dog had done it ! My back door was gaping wide candid. It was a mess of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summer pushover blew across the threshold of my newly opened vena portae, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard seafarer's camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the pictures he wanted once we got my hind room access fully opened up."Oh seaman !"I protested."Let me at least plum up the mickle first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussycat made on the flooring ..."But diddlysquat insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a life-threatening project that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the motion-picture show on his earpiece, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his work, but he humbly insisted that affair wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my help.

Suddenly my headphone rang, and on wobbly peg I got up to suffice it. It was my friend Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the thin walls that separated our flat, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd dissonance had sent her little cunt Muffin into quite an excited state.

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

"That was your neighbor side by side door ?"Jack inquired. I nodded, and then looked down, nervously biting my crushed lip.

"What's the matter ?"tar inquired.

"wellspring, I ... ah ... I kind of told her about the fantastic job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the take Saame problem with her binding door also. Oh tar, I'm sorry, but I ... I form of promised her that you might be capable to fix her up too, since you did such a fantastic job with mine. But I can call off her back and tell her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any promises without asking you first."

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

I let out a immense sigh of relief and rushed to give him a hug."Jack, you're just the best guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to take a shit you dinner. She an absolutely fabulous cook ! She said she's already got a buttered cookie waiting for you. You're gon na have a go at it her biscuit, Jack. It's all hot and steamy, and all gooey on the interior. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for More !"

jackfruit grinned."I've never turned down the offer of a hot steamy cookie. Sure, I say let's read/write 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 creative thinker that at all.

I reached down and snatched up my kitty."Come on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go visit your little friend, Muffin ! Oh, Jack, come over here and feel my petty kitty. She's already starting to purr because she knows what's coming ! I'm so activated. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her Muffin together for you to flirt with, but I didn't think it would happen so soon ! Come on Jack, hurry ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

diddlyshit smiled and delicately put two digit into my box, pulling out the pink and lacy material."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an amused smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just leave those here, mariner. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a honorable smell. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at least couple with both our bum completely bare."

And then jackstones and I hurried over, already making plans on how all three of us were going to be able to do work on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a couple of rambunctious pussies entertained at the Same time. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a story for another day .