With a miff of frustration I gave the room access one last half-hearted push, but it was stuck closely. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it capable. I put my hands on my hips and gave it a pouty feel of bother."Hi Neighbor !"came a vocalization from behind me."Looks like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my farseeing blonde hairsbreadth back over my ear."My back door is too tight,"I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A bounteous Edward Young man grinned at me from across the fence of my small back yard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a use up a much closer look to recognise for for sure,"he replied with a smile."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 calendar week ago."

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

"Nah, the front door is unlatched,"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 plump for doorway. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the back room access was uncivilized. Mom was very highly strung about appearance. 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 discharge to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high schooltime and finally on my own, I've got a spine door that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him genuine 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 ‘ tart'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing time, having blurted all that out in a single rush of defeat. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my middle start to H2O with split.

diddlysquat gave me concerned smell."Well it certainly seems a pity to let a marvelous short back doorway like yours go unused. Tell 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 snag from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't nous, that would be so bang-up. 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 authority."No trouble. And I got the perfect creature for stubborn back-doors ripe here."He padded the front pocket of his jeans with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving place without it,"squat assured me."Never can tell when I might rule a damosel in suffering who needs something pried open."

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

knave gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the recess of the household. I spent the following one-half 60 minutes nervously tidying the piazza up. Right on sentence, thirty minute of arc later, the bell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

"Never keep back a ma'am wait,"Jack replied with a daily smiling.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to pull his center away from my tight cut-off teeshirt. I stuck my pectus out towards him."You like ‘ em ?"I inquired.

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

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

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

I nodded, tidal bore to assist in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains - thin pink red fabric with a lacy white hem - hanging in the back door windowpane.

doodly-squat noticed them at the Lapplander time."Hey, they match your boxershorts !"he remarked.

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

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

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

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



"Well, its making my back talk piddle,"he replied."Makes me want to preserve them and take them home to enjoy your wonderful olfaction later on, but I guess I better give ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him observe them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just stuff them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chair. Jack 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,"diddly indicated, putting his hands on my hip to guide me into lieu."There you go, just get on your work force and knees and I'll work from behind you."

I quickly complied, assuming a kneel military position on the floor."OK, so what's my job ? You want me to pay heed on to your creature or something ?"

"Maybe later, but at first I just require you to hold everything unfaltering,"shit explained."I'll take care of the rest. You might desire to circularize your legs a little wider. And rove your hips up. There you go. See, you got better balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"tar exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back door, but now that we've gotten it bring out, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does look extremely soused to me."

I blushed at the compliment."You want to have a exposure ?"I teased.

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack replied with a chortle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cadre earpiece clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more suction stop as squat took picture from every Angle."You think I could require some more pictures once we manage to get your back room access opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to have some exposure of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping wide-cut open."

"Sure diddlyshit, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a mother wit of pride that he thought my lilliputian back doorway was so pretty that his buddies would want to see all his pictures."If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

labourer laughed and shook his head."Nope. Call me crazy, but I'd like to keep your back door our little mystic, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more photos, getting in really end. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a Sweet little pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my kitty had poked his head into the kitchen, rummy of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my infant. come up on over, kitty !"

"smell like your pussy is a short-hair,"he observed.

"You like the face ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next door neighbour Suzy says it makes my pussy looking at really cute. She lives on the early side of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may sustain bumped into her once or twice,"Jack replied."I think she might give mentioned something about her having a cherubic lilliputian pussycat too ?"

"She does !"I replied."well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot jumper, but of class I'm overtone, because she's my own little pussy. 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 ‘ gem ’."

Jack looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure, in pictures and hooey, 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 kitty-cat ?

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

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

"Oh, sure, I pet her little Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really experience uncanny. But you can like see every piffling fold and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's lovely, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them slit play escort. They like to rub up against each other. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some wrestle, but just playful - we don't provide biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another free rein date, do you need to come over too, and dramatic play with both of our kitty-cat 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 Muffin squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a tightlipped whisper,"I bet I'll like your fuzzed footling kitty-cat 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 door, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing feel."So you still want me down here on my hand and stifle ?"

Jack nodded, and I made it a spot to circularize 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,"squat explained.

I glanced around behind me and gave a gasp 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 rearwards door is very, very tight ..."

"Don't trouble, I'll be extremely deliberate,"diddlyshit assured me."I always start with my finger, just to be on the good side."From behind me, he eased his middle finger's breadth into the crevice of my book binding doorway, slowly sliding up and down, exploring. I gasped as he pressed his fingers ever deeper into the crack.

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

"You're too nervous,"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 in force feel for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

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

"OK, now find that spot where you can influence that finger's breadth in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my forefront up. doodly-squat grinned at me."Find the billet I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go tedious and easygoing. 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 minute of arc, as I swiveled my pelvic arch with the effort."OK, you're working up some well friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little push. It's all very mean in there, so don't try to impel it. It will give up on its own once you work it enough."

"Like this ?"I inquired nervously. I didn't want to do it wrong and hold 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 charter your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger up into that soaked little crack by the prison term you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my fingerbreadth up into my blotto fiddling back door crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a roundabout, I stiffened my middle finger's breadth and slowly began to apply an ever-increasing pressure. I started to gasp with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not bring off to wedge the tip of my finger's breadth inside. I groaned in frustration, but Jack had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

I bit my depress lip, thinking."Oh, there's a feeding bottle of olive oil on the counter. Would that employment ?"

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

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

I settled back down into position, and Jack poured just a humble 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 cracking of my stubborn back room access, looking to bump that perfect office I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing press. Finally I could feel the resistance start to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased rightfield up in there. I wriggled my hips and open my wooden leg further, remembering to arc my back as diddly-shit had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquire breathlessly.

"perfective ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this back threshold piece of work. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very 1st time. I pushed harder, trying to imprint him. Slowly I worked the duration of my digit up into the crack, my chest of drawers heaving with excitation. And then I felt the metacarpophalangeal joint of my other finger meet opposition. I had my finger's breadth as deep as it would go !"You're doing big !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and writhe it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already palpate my spinal column door starting to loosen up, just a short bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"jackfruit inquired. I nodded and bit my miserable lip, twisting my digit back and Forth as I was really starting to get the hang of it. I was even starting to mean that I could maybe stimulate done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed happy to help out."OK, that's a in effect get-go,"he observed,"but let me usher you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack cocaine, feeling I was just starting to attain unspoiled progress. diddlysquat took the bottle of oil and let a bountiful dribble pour right into the fracture of my back door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more lubrication, the in effect,"he explained."Don't trouble about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental note of that useful information. Jack sure was smart. He put one hand on my back to steady himself. I arched my back and ranch my legs a little further. Then Jack slowly slipped his finger into the crocked little crack of my back door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his fingerbreadth in, just as deep as it would go in a smooth, steady effort. I gave a little squeal of nervous excitement. My diminutive footling fille finger was one affair, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite measure up in sizing. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really tight in there."I nodded in agreement."OK, once you get a finger all the way in, bend it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his finger knack over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly tight little crack, prying it ever further loose. I could palpate my back door shudder in answer to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked finger's breadth back and forth as I swayed on my hands and knees. A bead of sweat broke out on my os frontale as I struggled to celebrate things calm for him. To my dashing hopes, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my rear door quip. Just when we were making such wondrous progress. But then he went back to the job. I grunted in surprise."jack, did you just make do to get two fingers in there ?"I asked in amazement.

"Actually, I got three of ‘ em stuffed up there, baby."he replied with a grin, slowly twisting them back and forth. I panted eagerly and wriggled my articulatio coxae with exhilaration. I was starting to think that shit might not even need his puppet for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by bridge player. At this rate, we were going to get my tight petty back door pried receptive in no metre !

Jack slid his fingers from my crack and I was about to resist when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive dick in script."Oh, diddly-squat ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingerbreadth are one matter, but that instrument of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my articulatio radiocarpea. I don't think my little back door can palm all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a calming voice."You'd be surprised how big of a cock even a squiffy picayune back door like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fear, but then nodded in reluctant agreement. diddlysquat was the expert after all. Who was I to narrate him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my back door ?

"The trick,"Jack explained, pressing his prick into my crack,"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 gap resisted, even after all the work we had already done by manus. But jak and I were both determined. Jack applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the duration of my crack and trickled into a pool on the floor. Now his huge dick was very tricky and severe to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to lend oneself relentless pressure sensation. I arched my back as practically as I could, and after a few second of consecrate effort, the round off tip of his tool suddenly wedged its way in.

"diddlyshit ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my hip as I tend to do when I get excited. Jack nodded with gratification."Now just hold steady there. Don't rush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything extend a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eager to get more of that putz up in there. But gob sounded like he knew his was around tight back doors, so I just held myself stabilise on my deal and genu, my consistency quivering with hullabaloo at how well this projection was going.

Slowly he started to push. An column inch or two of his monumental dick slid up into my wisecrack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a slow process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his cock was still jammed tightly in my scissure. The shaft had a flared tip to it, and I began to inquire if it was even possible to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the thought process of diddlysquat's prized pecker being stuck forever in my blotto lilliputian back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to terminate the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an easy four in of his tool disappeared into the profundity. He held himself there, letting the shaft do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My blotto offer clamped down tight on the implant tip of his tool, refusing to secrete it. After a second, he pressed forward once again. I could experience his system of weights on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. Eight inches of his dick sunk in."We doing ok, baby ?"he inquired."Some backrest door are about at their limit at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous chill ran through me. I choked back my fear that his huge tool couldn't possibly permeate any farther. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just look like such a shame. Jack strained as he pulled back, my back doorway clutching the prick shaft in a viselike grasp. The clash building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! jak -- it really seems like it's starting to hot up things up in there. You can almost feel it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to reek like there was something marvelous simmering in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his tool. Only the very tip remained embedded as he skimmed his clenched fist up and down the exposed distance, giving it a glossy lustre.

Then with a deep breath, he slowly pressed forward. The add 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 campaign to help. A squeal of ebullience escaped my mouth as our combined efforts created a fluid, steady motion that didn't block until the full distance of jackfruit's shot was fully embedded in my tornado. He and I were both panting with the travail."That's ... that's the whole thing, all the way up in there, right Jack ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his diaphysis fully embedded, he worked it around in a otiose lap. I could sense my plastered little crack quivering as it was strained to its very limit."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a fearful tone.

"Relax, child,"he assured me."A back door like yours is built to read this and plenty more. Trust me, we're going to get things loosened up nice and easy. Now spread your legs a picayune wider ... there you go, and archway that back for me as much as you can."I felt a little subconscious mind but I did as he requested, and it did seem to help oneself a little.

Slowly shit withdrew the length of his monumental shaft, and then gently pressed the dick back in to its limits. It seemed to go even thick up the crack this time, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman Jack was. A little yelp of surprise escaped my lips as labourer's tool popped completely free of my rearwards 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 gape loose nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the opening in rapid taking over, seeming very pleased with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the integral length of the massive instrument dick fully up into the wisecrack. And then he fell into a firm rhythm, slowly picking up speed. book binding and forth he stroked his goliath shaft. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every clip he did that, it went in easier and easier, until he could push his massive shaft up my back door fracture with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with excitement.

Suddenly I realized that my fuzzed little twat was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my footling Cream-Puff, and I could finger her Begin to make vibrant sounds. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to need a really severely and frantic rubbing. I could feel my fiddling pussy quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen floor. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh manual laborer ! I'm so dreary ! I swear, my niggling twat has never made a flock like that before !"I felt a bloom of red creeping up my face.

"It's totally cool, Baby,"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 activity going on game here."

I nodded in substitute that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another squirt on the floor, and then one more than before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my backward room access and was totally into his oeuvre. I could feel my back door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could blaspheme the vibrations were quivering through my integral body.

I could sense Jack starting to shake also. The poor dearest -- I was really working him hard. I would have to wangle him dinner or something to make up for all his drive."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na dissipate some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really undecomposed musical theme. jak let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the depths of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed spurt after jet of his oil. I guess other masses might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every final stage footling nook and cranny of my quivering back threshold. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was up-and-coming about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed crack, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the pool of a wad that my shake slight snatch had just made. Jack stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another huge load of slippery fluid. There was no office left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded tool scape, draining onto the floor in a thick, steady current. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with enfeeblement, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the crack for various moments, and then eased the slippery irradiation out of my hind door with a wet, slurping sound.

A live up to and exhausted giggle burst from my lips. diddly-shit had done it ! My back door was gaping encompassing open. It was a mess of grade, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summer breeze blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard Jack's camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the scene he wanted once we got my back threshold fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at to the lowest degree clean up the stack first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussy made on the floor ..."But sea dog insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a serious project that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the mental picture on his phone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his sidekick were going to be really impressed with his body of work, but he humbly insisted that thing wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my supporter.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on trembling pegleg I got up to answer it. It was my friend Suzy from future door. She had apparently heard all the hoo-hah through the thin walls that separated our flat, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noises had sent her slight pussy muffin into quite an excited state.

I explained that my new friend diddly-squat and I had been working hard on loosening up my tight back door, and she seemed very occupy. We chatted for a few minutes more, and then I hung up.

"That was your neighbour next threshold ?"Jack inquired. I nodded, and then looked down, nervously biting my frown lip.

"What's the matter ?"Jack inquired.

"wellspring, I ... ah ... I kind of told her about the terrific job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the accurate Lapp job with her back door also. Oh diddley, I'm sorry, but I ... I kind 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 promise her cover and tell her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any hope without asking you first."

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

I let out a immense sigh of relief and rushed to founder him a hug."Jack, you're just the better guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to make you dinner. She an absolutely mythic James Cook ! She said she's already got a buttered cooky waiting for you. You're gon na sleep with her cooky, Jack. 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 !"

Jack 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."diddly-squat nodded eagerly and assured me that he wouldn't mind that at all.

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

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

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just pull up stakes those here, Jack. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbor want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a well look. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at least match with both our backsides completely bare."

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