With a huff of frustration I gave the door one finally tepid push, but it was stuck fuddled. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five Ezra Pound, I didn't stand a luck of muscling it open. I put my bridge player on my hips and gave it a pouty spirit of annoyance."Hi neighbour !"came a representative from behind me."tone like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the unregenerate portal as I brushed my long blonde fuzz back over my ear."My back door is too tight,"I complained, turning in the focusing of the articulation. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fencing of my low back 1000.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a use up a much closer look to know for certainly,"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 week ago."

"So you're locked out ?"Jack 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 doorway. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the binding 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 space, anyone was liberate to use my punt door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high schoolhouse and finally on my own, I've got a back door that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to come over and tease it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ bawd'and I don't even know why ..."I took a mystifying intimation, having blurted all that out in a unmarried rush of frustration. My representative cracked a fiddling bit as I felt my eyes start to water with snag.

Jack gave me concerned looking."Well it certainly seems a disgrace to let a fantastic little back door like yours go unused. assure 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 rent from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't nous, that would be so gravid. I don't want to be a infliction, but you look like a guy who might be handy with a tool."

laborer gave me a nod of self-assurance."No problem. And I got the double-dyed putz for refractory back-doors right here."He padded the forepart sack of his jean with his hand.

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

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

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

shit gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the house. I spent the next half hour nervously tidying the place up. right wing on fourth dimension, thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

"Hi again,"I grinned."command prompt and eager. I like that."

"Never keep a noblewoman wait,"Jack replied with a casual smile.

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

"What ? Oh, Yeah ! They're looking spectacular ! I'm a immense fan, and watch them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in source to the big bold ‘ LAKERS'logotype printed across the front man of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to untie up that stubborn little back door 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 hired man,"jack replied. It's kind of a job for two people, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, eager to help in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtain - sparse pinko red cloth with a lacy White person hem - dangling in the rachis doorway window.

Jack noticed them at the Same sentence."Hey, they match your boxers !"he remarked.

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

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

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

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



"well, its making my mouthpiece water,"he replied."Makes me need to continue them and admit them home to enjoy your wonderful smells later on, but I guess I better give ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him keep them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just stuff them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a 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 want me ?"I inquired, eager to get started.

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his workforce on my coxa to take me into position."There you go, just get on your hands and knee joint and I'll work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at inaugural I just need you to arrest everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take fear of the rest. You might want to spread your leg a little wider. And wander your rosehip up. There you go. See, you got ripe Libra the Balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"diddley exclaimed. I figured you had a gracious looking back door, but now that we've get down it uncovered, it's just absolutely complete ! And you're right, it sure does look extremely tight to me."

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

"Could I ?"Jack replied."I mean, I don't want to be weird or anything, but I got some sidekick 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 chuckle."You stay right there and move over me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cell speech sound clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the television camera lens just inch away. I heard countless more clicks as shit took photos from every angle."You think I could select some More pictures once we manage to get your back door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to have some pic of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping wide open."

"Sure old salt, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a sentiency of pride that he thought my slight back door was so pretty that his crony 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."

jackass laughed and shook his head."Nope. telephone me crazy, but I'd like to keep your back door our little secret, if you don't mind."He snapped a few to a greater extent picture, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a mellisonant piffling pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my kitty had poked his drumhead into the kitchen, curious of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my baby. get along on over, Kitty !"

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

"You like the facial expression ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next threshold neighbor Suzy says it makes my snatch look really cute. She lives on the early side of the duplex."

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

"She does !"I replied."wellspring, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of grade I'm partial, because she's my own petty pussy. But anyway, yeah, Suzy has one of those ... ah ... well darn, I forget the public figure for it. But anyway, she's got one of those hairless pussies. She calls it ‘ Muffin ’."

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

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

"That's so coolheaded,"doodly-squat remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and play with it ? Does it feel uncanny or anything ?"

"Oh, certain, I pet her footling Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel eldritch. But you can care see every little sheepfold and crease, and it's all pink, you know ? It's lovely, and I just sleep together her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them puss play engagement. They like to rub up against each other. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some wrestling, but just playful - we don't provide biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another manoeuvre date, do you want to come in over too, and play with both of our twat at the same prison term ? Then you can see which one you like better."

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

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

Jack nodded, and I made it a point to spread my pegleg and curve my back as he had requested, wanting to do whatever I could to facilitate him out with the project.

"Let me just get out my shaft,"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 up door is very, very tight ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely careful,"jack assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the safety 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 finger ever deeper into the crack.

"Careful ..."I urged him with a uneasy tremble 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 soundly feel for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

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

"OK, now find that smudge where you can influence that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my capitulum up. jackstones grinned at me."Find the bit I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow and loose. There you go."

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

manual laborer let me work my finger's breadth for several minutes, as I swiveled my hips with the attempt."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little push. It's all very compressed 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 cause 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 bring your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger up into that tight slight crack by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my tight minuscule back door pass, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my middle finger's breadth and slowly began to apply an ever-increasing press. I started to pant with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not superintend to lodge the tip of my finger inside. I groaned in frustration, but Jack had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

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

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

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

I settled back down into position, and jack poured just a small dribble of the slippery oil onto my fingerbreadth. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the fissure of my refractory back door, looking to find out that arrant spot I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressing. Finally I could finger the resistor offset to chip in way. And suddenly the tip of my finger's breadth eased right up in there. I wriggled my hips and scatter my legs further, remembering to arch my back as gob had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I wonder breathlessly.

"perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this back door oeuvre. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very showtime time. I pushed harder, trying to affect him. Slowly I worked the length of my finger up into the crack, my bureau heaving with excitement. And then I felt the metacarpophalangeal joint of my other fingers meet underground. I had my finger as deep as it would go !"You're doing capital !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and pervert it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already sense my plunk for door starting to tease apart up, just a lilliputian bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how promiscuous that is ?"diddlyshit inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my fingerbreadth back and Forth River as I was really starting to get the hang 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 glad to help out."OK, that's a honest first,"he observed,"but let me evince you another magic trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my fingerbreadth out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to spend a penny good progress. jack took the feeding bottle of oil and let a liberal trickle pour right into the cranny of my back doorway. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The Thomas More lubrication, the break,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a genial preeminence of that useful entropy. gob sure was smart. He put one mitt on my backrest to calm himself. I arched my rear and bedcover my stage a little far. Then sea dog slowly slipped his finger into the blotto little fling of my stake doorway. Since I had already loosened matter up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as deep as it would go in a legato, calm effort. I gave a minuscule squeal of uneasy excitement. My petite little girl digit was one thing, but Jack's manly sized digit was a definite gradation up in size. 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 all the way in, bend it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his fingerbreadth hang over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly smashed lilliputian crack, prying it ever further undefendable. I could feel my backwards door shudder in response to his expert touch modality and relentless pressure.

jackfruit twisted his asymmetrical fingerbreadth back and forth as I swayed on my hands and stifle. A astragal of exertion broke out on my forehead as I struggled to keep affair steady for him. To my letdown, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my hind door offer. Just when we were making such wonderful progress. But then he went back to the chore. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just finagle to get two digit 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 coxa with hullabaloo. I was starting to retrieve that shit might not even need his tool for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by manus. At this rate, we were going to get my tight little back door pried undefendable in no time !

Jack slid his digit from my snap and I was about to dissent when I looked back and saw that he taken his monumental instrument in handwriting."Oh, Jack ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one matter, but that creature of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't believe my short back doorway can wield all that."

"Relax infant,"he assured me in a tranquillize voice."You'd be surprise how big of a puppet even a tight little back doorway like yours can tolerate."I quivered in reverence, but then nodded in reluctant correspondence. diddlysquat was the expert after all. Who was I to tell apart him what cock he should or shouldn't use in my back door ?

"The illusion,"Jack explained, pressing his tool into my fling,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slue in, lickity-split."Applying press, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door gap resisted, even after all the work we had already done by hired hand. But Jack and I were both determined. doodly-squat applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the distance of my crack and trickled into a puddle on the floor. Now his immense pecker was very tricky and difficult to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to apply relentless air pressure. I arched my back as very much as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated feat, the round tip of his putz suddenly wedged its way in.

"Jack ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my coxa as I tend to do when I get excited. diddley nodded with satisfaction."Now just moderate unbendable there. Don't rush 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 Thomas More of that tool up in there. But diddlyshit sounded like he knew his was around tight back doors, so I just held myself steady on my hands and knees, my body quivering with excitement at how well this project was going.

Slowly he started to push. An in or two of his massive tool slid up into my crack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to line up 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 puppet was still jammed tightly in my crack. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to question if it was even possible to draw it entirely back out. I giggled at the persuasion of diddlysquat's prized dick being stuck forever in my tight piddling back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish up the job to completion.

labourer pressed forward again, and an well-fixed four column inch of his pecker disappeared into the deepness. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My stringent cracking clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his tool, refusing to release it. After a consequence, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his weight on my rear, and I pressed backwards to meet him. eighter from Decatur column inch of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, baby ?"he inquired."Some back door are about at their bound at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shiver ran through me. I choked back my fear 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 seem like such a disgrace. mariner strained as he pulled back, my indorse door clutching the tool shaft in a viselike suitcase. The friction building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! seaman -- it really seems like it's starting to inflame matter up in there. You can almost feel it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. Thomas More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell out like there was something howling stewing in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the spear of his tool. Only the very tip remained plant as he skimmed his clenched fist up and down the exposed length, giving it a glossy sheen.

Then with a deep breathing place, 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 time. I pressed myself backwards in an attempt to help. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my mouth as our blend efforts created a polish, stabilise motion that didn't stay until the full length of mariner's shaft was fully embedded in my crack. He and I were both panting with the travail."That's ... that's the totally affair, all the way up in there, properly diddly-shit ?"I gasped.

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

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A back door like yours is built to contract this and plenty more. faith me, we're going to get affair loosened up nice and slow. Now spread your 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 little.

Slowly gob withdrew the length of his massive cock, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its limits. It seemed to go even deeper up the fissure 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 petty yelp of surprise escaped my lips as Jack's tool popped completely free of my back 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 yawn open air nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his instrument in and out of the opening in rapid succession, seeming very please with the progression. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the entire length of the massive tool cock fully up into the fissure. And then he fell into a firm rhythm, slowly picking up speed. binding and Forth he stroked his jumbo instrument. Frequently he pulled it out of my fracture entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every time he did that, it went in easier and easy, until he could push his massive tool up my back door crack with hardly any underground at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with fervor.

Suddenly I realized that my hazy little pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded care. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her Begin to make vibrant sounds. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to desire a really difficult and frantic rubbing. I could sense my slight pussy shaking with inflammation, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen floor. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh Jack ! I'm so sorry ! I swear, my trivial pussy has never made a mess like that before !"I felt a flush of red creeping up my face.

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

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

I could smell Jack starting to stimulate also. The poor dear -- I was really working him toilsome. I would have to fudge him dinner or something to wee up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na shoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that miserly petty snap of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my rosehip, thinking that sounded like a really, really skilful idea. diddlysquat let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the astuteness 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 squirt of his oil. I guess other people might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with gratification as it jetted up into every last little nook and crack of my quivering back threshold. I thought he was never going to turn back, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed crevice, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the pool of a mess that my excited little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his dick back in trench, and it vibrated like a tuning crotch as he pumped another Brobdingnagian loading of slippery fluid. There was no property left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embed pecker shaft, draining onto the floor in a thick, steady flow. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with debilitation, breathing deeply. He left his putz fully jammed up in the crack for various here and now, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my backwards doorway with a wet, slurping sound.

A fulfill and exhausted giggle salvo from my lips. Jack had done it ! My back door was gaping wide open. It was a mess of course of instruction, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A lovesome summer breeze blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard laborer's television camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the ikon he wanted once we got my vertebral column doorway fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at least white up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussy made on the base ..."But Jack-tar insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it calculate more like a serious labor that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the film on his phone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his crony were going to be really affect with his oeuvre, but he humbly insisted that things wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my help.

Suddenly my speech sound rang, and on shaky legs I got up to do it. It was my Quaker Suzy from next threshold. She had apparently heard all the hurly burly through the thin bulwark that separated our apartment, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noises had sent her short snatch Muffin into quite an excited state.

I explained that my new friend Jack and I had been working hard on loosening up my nasty back door, and she seemed very matter to. We chatted for a few proceedings more, and then I hung up.

"That was your neighbour next door ?"doodly-squat inquired. I nodded, and then looked down, nervously biting my scurvy lip.

"What's the matter ?"knave inquired.

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

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

I let out a huge sigh of relief and rushed to give him a hug."laborer, you're just the salutary guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to take in you dinner. She an absolutely fabulous cook ! She said she's already got a buttered cooky waiting for you. You're gon na love her biscuit, jackfruit. 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. trusted, I say let's mind 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-shit 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, get along over here and feel my minuscule snatch. She's already starting to purr because she knows what's coming ! I'm so commove. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her gem together for you to run with, but I didn't think it would occur so soon ! Come on Jack, hurry ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

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

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just go away those here, Jack. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a good 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 program on how all three of us were going to be able to work on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a pair 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 .