With a huff of defeat I gave the door one final stage half-hearted push button, but it was stuck fuddled. Weighing in at a diminutive one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it open up. I put my hired man on my hips and gave it a pouty aspect of annoyance."Hi neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."aspect like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my long blonde hair back over my ear."My back doorway is too soaked,"I complained, turning in the focusing of the voice. A fine-looking young man grinned at me from across the fencing of my small back pace.

"It looks just mulct from where I'm standing, but I'd have a assume a much closer expression to have sex for indisputable,"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 weeks ago."

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

"Nah, the front door is unsecured,"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 back door. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the rear door was uncivilized. Mom was very uptight 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 hustle that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own station, anyone was free to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high schooling and finally on my own, I've got a punt threshold that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him veridical 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 ‘ tart'and I don't even know why ..."I took a mysterious breath, having blurted all that out in a single rush of defeat. My vocalism cracked a little bit as I felt my eyes start to water with tears.

Jack gave me concerned expression."Well it certainly seems a ignominy to let a fantastic little back room access like yours go idle. Tell you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come in over and see what I can do to relax it up for you."

I sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye, giving him a promising look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't judgement, 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 assurance."No problem. And I got the perfect peter for stubborn back-doors mightily here."He padded the forepart sac of his dungaree with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving nursing home without it,"Jack assured me."Never can severalise when I might observe a damsel in distraint who needs something poke open."

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

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the mansion. I spent the side by side half hr nervously tidying the place up. rightfulness on meter, thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

"Never go along a dame waiting,"Jack replied with a insouciant smile.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from my tight 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 observe them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in mention to the big bold ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the strawman of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to loosen up that stubborn piddling back doorway of yours ?"

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

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

I nodded, eager to assist in any way possible. Then I looked at the doorway and noticed that I had left the curtain - thin pinko red material with a lacy Edward D. White hem - hanging in the backbone door window.

Jack noticed them at the Saame meter."Hey, they match your drawers !"he remarked.

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

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

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

"Probably like emollient PIE,"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 mouth water,"he replied."Makes me want to prevent them and take them home to delight your terrific smells later on, but I guess I better consecrate ‘ 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. Jack tucked the mantle safely out of the way and looked ready to continue.

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

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his hand on my hips to guide me into position."There you go, just get on your hands and knees and I'll oeuvre from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just need you to hold everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take guardianship of the rest. You might want to diffuse your wooden leg a lilliputian wider. And flap your pelvis up. There you go. See, you got improve counterbalance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"squat exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back doorway, but now that we've set out it uncovered, it's just absolutely hone ! And you're right, it sure does look extremely stringent to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack replied with a chortle."You stay right there and ease up me a big smile."I heard the photographic camera of his cubicle earphone clicking behind me."I want a twain of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more clink as Jack took picture from every angle."You think I could require some more pictures once we manage to get your back door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to sustain some picture 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 sensory faculty of pridefulness that he thought my niggling back doorway was so pretty that his crony would want to see all his pictures."If they like, they can all descend over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

squat laughed and shook his head."Nope. ring me crazy, but I'd like to maintain your back door our little hush-hush, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more photo, getting in really faithful. 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, curious of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my baby. occur on over, pussycat !"

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

"You like the look ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next doorway neighbour Suzy says it makes my kitty look really cunning. She lives on the early position of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may birth bumped into her once or twice,"jackstones replied."I think she might have mentioned something about her having a sweet piffling pussy too ?"

"She does !"I replied."wellspring, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot jumper, but of class I'm overtone, because she's my own picayune 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 cunt. She calls it ‘ Muffin ’."

Jack looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure enough, in scene and stuff, but I never met anyone who actually had one. So Suzy's Muffin is completely simple ? 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 help oneself shave her Muffin, but I'm not really sure. I'll ask her and let you know."

"That's so cool off,"Jack remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and romp with it ? Does it find weird or anything ?"

"Oh, surely, I pet her little gem all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really finger unearthly. But you can like see every little fold and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my puss too. We let them flirt 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 rassling, but just playful - we don't allow biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another play particular date, do you want 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 small Muffin squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a secretive whisper,"I bet I'll like your fuzzy little slit the best."

I blushed again and smiled, happy that diddly-shit really seemed to like my pussycat."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my back room access, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing tone."So you still want me down here on my hands and knee ?"

Jack nodded, and I made it a point to spread my wooden leg 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 creature,"Jack explained.

I glanced around behind me and gave a gasp of surprise. 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 back room access is very, very tight ..."

"Don't vexation, I'll be extremely careful,"labourer assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the safe side."From behind me, he eased his middle finger into the crack 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 nervous tremble in my voice."Go slow ..."

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

I nodded, biting my lower lip."OK, give 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 make that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my forefront up. diddlyshit grinned at me."Find the spot 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 country."Oh Yeah ! I think I got it !"

jackfruit let me work out my finger for various bit, as I swiveled my hips with the effort."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little 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 birth 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 gravid. Just consume your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your intact digit up into that tight niggling crack by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my stiff little back room access crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a traffic circle, I stiffened my middle finger and slowly began to apply an ever-increasing pressure. I started to puff with the endeavor, but try as I might, I just could not contend to lodge the tip of my digit inside. I groaned in frustration, but seaman had an estimation."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

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

"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 stead, and Jack poured just a small dribble 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 go of my unregenerate back door, looking to find that perfect spot I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could feel the resistance jump to give way. And suddenly the tip of my fingerbreadth eased right up in there. I wriggled my hips and broadcast my legs further, remembering to arch my back as jak had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I enquire breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this punt threshold workplace. 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 imprint him. Slowly I worked the distance of my finger up into the fissure, my chest of drawers heaving with excitement. And then I felt the knuckles of my other fingers 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 twist it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already feel my book binding door starting to loosen up, just a little bit. The slippery application of European olive tree oil was helping a lot.

"See how comfortable that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my glower lip, twisting my finger's breadth back and forth as I was really starting to get the knack of it. I was even starting to think that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed happy to help oneself out."OK, that's a good startle,"he observed,"but let me show you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to make good onward motion. Jack took the bottle of oil and let a liberal drip pour right into the crack of my back room access. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet lustre. The more lubrication, the better,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental note of that utilitarian information. Jack sure was smart. He put one hired man on my dorsum to stabilise himself. I arched my back and facing pages my wooden leg a little encourage. Then Jack slowly slipped his finger's breadth into the tight slight crack of my dorsum 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, truelove effort. I gave a slight squeal of nervous excitement. My petite little girl fingerbreadth was one thing, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite stair up in size of it. But to my surprisal 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's breadth all the way in, flex it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his finger bent-grass over like that, he was capable to tug at my impossibly pissed little crack, prying it ever further spread. I could feel my bet on door shudder in response to his expert sense of touch and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked finger's breadth back and Forth River as I swayed on my hands and human knee. A bead of sweat broke out on my forehead as I struggled to save things steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my back door cleft. Just when we were making such tremendous advance. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprise."tar, did you just make out 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 hips with inflammation. I was starting to think that diddlysquat might not even ask his putz for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this charge per unit, we were going to get my tight picayune back door pried open in no time !

doodly-squat slid his fingers from my go and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive pecker in hand."Oh, diddly-shit ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, finger are one thing, but that tool of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't think my minuscule back door can handle all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a calming voice."You'd be surprise how big of a tool even a tight little back door like yours can tolerate."I quivered in reverence, but then nodded in reluctant agreement. Jack was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what pecker he should or shouldn't use in my back door ?

"The antic,"Jack explained, pressing his tool into my crack,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the relief of it will slip in, lickity-split."Applying imperativeness, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door fling resisted, even after all the work we had already done by hand. But Jack and I were both determined. laborer applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the length of my go and trickled into a pool on the floor. Now his huge dick was very slippery and knockout to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to apply relentless pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated elbow grease, the rounded tip of his tool suddenly wedged its way in.

"jackfruit ! 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 expiation."Now just hold brace there. Don't rushing it,"he urged. Let's just let everything extend a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, tidal bore to get more of that cock up in there. But Jack sounded like he knew his was around tight back doors, so I just held myself steady on my hands and human knee, my organic structure quivering with excitement at how well this task was going.

Slowly he started to bear on. An inch or two of his massive tool slid up into my crack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to set 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 tool was still jammed tightly in my cleft. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to wonder if it was even potential to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the thought of Jack's prized tool being stuck forever in my fuddled piffling back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to eat up the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an leisurely four in of his tool disappeared into the profoundness. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretch piece of work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My tight quip clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his puppet, refusing to give up it. After a here and now, he pressed forward once again. I could experience his weight unit on my rear, and I pressed backwards to touch him. eight inch of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, featherbed ?"he inquired."Some rear doorway are about at their limit at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a skittish shiver ran through me. I choked back my fear that his vast creature couldn't possibly pervade any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this full point would just seem like such a shame. mariner strained as he pulled back, my backbone doorway clutching the tool gibe in a viselike hold. The clash building up in my crack was unbelievable !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to heat thing up in there. You can almost feel it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. 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 wet onto the gibe of his tool. Only the very tip remained plant as he skimmed his fist up and down the exposed length, giving it a slick luster.

Then with a late breath, he slowly pressed forward. The added lubrication seemed to help oneself a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this clip. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help. A squeal of exuberance escaped my sass as our mix endeavor created a politic, unwavering motion that didn't full stop until the wide-cut duration of Jack-tar's shaft of light was fully embedded in my crack. He and I were both panting with the sweat."That's ... that's the whole affair, all the way up in there, right Jack ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his scape fully embedded, he worked it around in a lazy roofy. I could feel my tight niggling crack quivering as it was strained to its very limits."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a terrible tone.

"Relax, babe,"he assured me."A binding door like yours is built to take this and plenty more. cartel me, we're going to get things loosened up Nice and easy. Now spread your legs a minuscule 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 little.

Slowly Jack withdrew the length of his massive spear, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its limits. It seemed to go even profoundly up the crack this metre, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman tar was. A little yelp of surprise escaped my lips as Jack's tool popped completely discharge of my back door. I cried out in thwarting, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his dick, I realized that he had done it on purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to yaw open nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the opening in rapid chronological succession, seeming very proud of with the progression. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the total length of the monolithic pecker cock fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady rhythm, slowly picking up focal ratio. Back and forth he stroked his gargantuan tool. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every prison term he did that, it went in easier and easy, until he could push his massive tool up my back doorway crack with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with excitement.

Suddenly I realized that my bleary petty pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her Begin to whirr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really arduous and frantic detrition. I could finger my small puss quiver with fervor, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet puddle onto the kitchen base. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh knave ! I'm so dark ! I swear, my little snatch has never made a mess like that before !"I felt a bloom of red creeping up my aspect.

"It's totally cool, baby,"he assured me, never missing a fortuity."Some pussies will do that when they get really excited. Your piffling Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the natural process going on binding here."

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

I could sense knave starting to stimulate also. The poor people dear -- I was really working him difficult. I would have to cook him dinner or something to make up for all his try."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na shoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight niggling crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my pelvic girdle, thinking that sounded like a really, really good approximation. Jack let out a moan, and with his tool fully jammed into the profoundness of cracking, 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 spirt of his oil. I guess other people might suffer complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with expiation as it jetted up into every conclusion short corner and fissure of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was up-and-coming about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuff whirl, splattering onto the base and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my excited little pussy had just made. manual laborer stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning branching 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 prick, draining onto the floor in a thick, steadfast stream. Then finally, with a moan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his peter fully jammed up in the crack for various moments, and then eased the slippery dick out of my back door with a wet, slurping sound.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle fusillade from my lips. Jack had done it ! My back door was gaping wide loose. It was a muckle of path, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A lovesome summer zephyr blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard jackfruit's television camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the pictures he wanted once we got my back threshold fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at to the lowest degree white up the mint first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussycat made on the level ..."But jackass insisted he wanted pictorial matter of everything just like it was. He said it made it appear more like a grievous project that way. I smiled and nodded in understanding. After he was done, he and I looked at the pictorial matter on his earpiece, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his pal were going to be really impressed with his employment, but he humbly insisted that thing wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my assistance.

Suddenly my telephone set rang, and on shaky leg I got up to resolve it. It was my champion Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the sparse bulwark that separated our apartments, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd interference had sent her small pussy Muffin into quite an commove state.

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

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

"What's the matter ?"jak inquired.

"Well, I ... ah ... I form of told her about the wonderful job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the precise same problem with her back door also. Oh tar, 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 call her book binding and separate her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any hope without asking you first."

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

I let out a vast sigh of backup man and rushed to throw him a hug."Jack, you're just the outflank guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to get 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 biscuit, 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. for certain, I say let's head on over there and you and I can dig in."

"Oh, jackass, I couldn't,"I replied."I feel absolutely stuffed. You'll have to eat my butter-biscuit too, if you don't mind."diddly nodded eagerly and assured me that he wouldn't psyche 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 sense my little snatch. She's already starting to whizz because she knows what's coming ! I'm so excite. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her Muffin together for you to fiddle with, but I didn't think it would happen so soon ! Come on old salt, hurry ! 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 textile."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an amused smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just go out those here, knave. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbor want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a beneficial looking at. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at least equal with both our seat completely bare."

And then diddlyshit and I hurried over, already making program on how all three of us were going to be able to bring on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a dyad of rambunctious pussies entertained at the same time. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a floor for another day .