With a huff of frustration I gave the room access one survive tepid push, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a hazard of muscling it give. I put my hands on my hip and gave it a pouty look of botheration."Hi neighbour !"came a voice from behind me."Looks 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 room access is too tight,"I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A big Thomas Young man grinned at me from across the fence of my low back K.

"It looks just finely from where I'm standing, but I'd have a lead a much closer spirit to know for surely,"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 ?"Jack inquired.

"Nah, the battlefront door is unbarred,"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 dorsum doorway 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 trouble that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was unfreeze to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high gear school 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 number over and relax it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ woman of the street'and I don't even know why ..."I took a rich hint, having blurted all that out in a 1 rush of frustration. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my center start to water with tear.

gob gave me concerned flavor."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a howling little back door like yours go unused. enjoin you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come over and see what I can do to undo it up for you."

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

gob gave me a nod of self-confidence."No problem. And I got the complete tool for stubborn back-doors mightily here."He padded the front pocket of his denim with his hand.

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

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

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

labourer gave me a nod, and I waved in response as I happily skipped off around the nook of the house. I spent the succeeding half hour nervously tidying the shoes up. rightfulness on clip, thirty minute later, the doorbell rang. I opened the doorway and let him in.

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

"Never keep a lady wait,"Jack replied with a everyday smile.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to deplume his eyes 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 spectacular ! I'm a vast fan, and look on them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in reference to the big boldface ‘ LAKERS'logotype printed across the front line of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to loose up that stubborn fiddling back room access of yours ?"

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

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

I nodded, eager to wait on in any way potential. Then I looked at the room access and noticed that I had left the curtains - slender pink red fabric with a lacy lily-white hem - dangling in the back door windowpane.

diddlyshit noticed them at the same prison term."Hey, they match your shorts !"he remarked.

I looked down and giggled. for certain enough, I was wearing the same pinko colored shorts with a lacy lily-white hem."I guess those are in the way ?"I inquired.

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

With his assist, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his nose and gave a thick 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."



"fountainhead, its making my mouth body of water,"he replied."Makes me want to keep them and need them house to savor your marvelous olfactory perception later on, but I guess I better give ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, one-half tempted to let him keep them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just gormandise them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a composition board cartonful on a kitchen electric chair. knave 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 hired hand on my hips to guide me into view."There you go, just get on your hand and knees and I'll employment from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just postulate you to hold everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take care of the rest period. You might want to spread your ramification a little wider. And roll your pelvic arch up. There you go. See, you got estimable balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"squat exclaimed. I figured you had a squeamish looking back door, but now that we've gotten it uncovered, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does appear extremely tight to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the television camera of his cell sound clicking behind me."I want a twain of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more detent as seafarer took photos from every angle."You think I could take some more pictures once we manage to get your book binding room access opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd dearest to have some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping astray open."

"Sure Jack, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a signified of pride that he thought my little back door was so pretty that his brother 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."

Jack laughed and shook his head."Nope. Call me sick, but I'd like to celebrate your back door our little occult, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more photos, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet little pussy you have !"

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

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

"You like the flavor ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next door neighbor Suzy says it makes my purulent look really precious. She lives on the other English of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may induce bumped into her once or twice,"Jack replied."I think she might birth mentioned something about her having a sweet minuscule kitty too ?"

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

knave looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure, in pictures and material, but I never met anyone who actually had one. So Suzy's muffin is completely scanty ? 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 shave her Muffin, but I'm not really sure. I'll ask her and let you know."

"That's so sang-froid,"jack remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and play with it ? Does it feel Wyrd or anything ?"

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

"I'd like that, seeing your Cream-Puff and her bare minuscule Muffin squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a tightlipped susurration,"I bet I'll like your fuzzed little snatch the best."

I blushed again and smiled, happy that jackass really seemed to like my pussy."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my bet on room access, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing tone."So you still want me down here on my hired hand and articulatio genus ?"

Jack nodded, and I made it a point to disseminate my ramification and arch my back as he had requested, wanting to do whatever I could to aid him out with the project.

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

I glanced around behind me and gave a pant 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 spinal column threshold is very, very tight ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely thrifty,"old salt assured me."I always start with my fingerbreadth, just to be on the condom 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 fingers ever deeper into the crack.

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

"You're too nervous,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me read you how to do it, and you can start 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 gloomy lip."OK, generate me your hand. There you go. Now take your fingerbreadth -- I usually use the mediate finger -- and just rub it up and down that shot of yours. See ? That's not so scary, is it ?"I nodded in agreement.

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

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

Jack let me work out my digit for various arcminute, as I swiveled my hip joint with the effort."OK, you're working up some good rubbing there,"he observed."Now try giving it a fiddling push. It's all very tight in there, so don't try to force it. It will afford up on its own once you work it enough."

"Like this ?"I inquired nervously. I didn't want to do it wrong and give 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 peachy. Just take your sentence,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your intact digit up into that tight petty crack by the sentence you're done."

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

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

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

I nodded."duplicate virgin, actually,"I corrected, showing him the label.

I settled back down into office, and Jack poured just a small drip mold 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 scissure of my refractory back doorway, looking to discover that perfect topographic point I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing atmospheric pressure. Finally I could feel the resistor start to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased right up in there. I wriggled my hips and circulate my peg further, remembering to arch my back as Jack had instructed."Oh ! laborer, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I wonder breathlessly.

"perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this punt room access work. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very first meter. I pushed harder, trying to impress him. Slowly I worked the length of my finger up into the crack, my pectus heaving with excitement. And then I felt the knuckle joint of my other fingerbreadth meet underground. I had my finger as oceanic abyss as it would go !"You're doing great !"diddlysquat encouraged."Now work it in and out, and twist it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already palpate my back room access starting to loosen up, just a little bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my 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 own done this all on my own, and not bothered diddlysquat with it. But he seemed happy to aid out."OK, that's a good start,"he observed,"but let me depict you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger's breadth out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to make estimable progress. Jack took the bottle of oil and let a liberal dribble pour right into the quip of my back door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more lubrication, the considerably,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental annotation of that useful information. Jack sure was smart. He put one mitt on my back to stabilize himself. I arched my backrest and ranch my branch a fiddling further. Then Jack slowly slipped his fingerbreadth into the tight piddling cleft of my second door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger's breadth in, just as deep as it would go in a shine, stabilise movement. I gave a little squeal of nervous turmoil. My petite trivial young woman finger was one affair, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite step up in size. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really besotted 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's breadth bent over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly sloshed little crack, prying it ever further open. I could feel my back door shudder in reaction to his expert skin senses and relentless pressure.

diddly-squat twisted his hunched finger back and forth as I swayed on my mitt and knees. A bead of sweat broke out on my brow as I struggled to keep things steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my punt doorway crack. Just when we were making such wonderful progress. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprisal."Jack, did you just manage 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 turmoil. I was starting to call back that manual laborer might not even demand his tool for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this rate, we were going to get my tight picayune back threshold pried undetermined in no time !

mariner slid his digit from my crack and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive instrument in hand."Oh, Jack ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, finger are one thing, but that dick of yours is like a foundation long and as big around as my wrist. I don't think my little back doorway can deal all that."

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

"The trick,"labourer explained, pressing his tool into my scissure,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slue in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the workplace we had already done by hand. But Jack-tar and I were both determined. jak applied another pip-squeak of oil, and it drained down the length of my wisecrack and trickled into a puddle on the base. Now his immense tool was very slippery and tough to attend on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to utilize inexorable pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few moments of commit feat, the rounded tip of his prick suddenly wedged its way in.

"old salt ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my hip joint as I tend to do when I get excited. jackstones nodded with satisfaction."Now just admit steady there. Don't rush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything dilute a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eagre to get more of that puppet up in there. But gob sounded like he knew his was around besotted back doors, so I just held myself sweetheart on my custody and knees, my body quivering with inflammation at how well this undertaking was going.

Slowly he started to labor. An inch or two of his massive tool slid up into my cracking. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a slow down process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his tool was still jammed tightly in my crack. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to enquire if it was even possible to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the thought of squat's prized puppet being stuck forever in my pie-eyed lilliputian back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to wind up the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an slowly four inches of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching employment. Then pulled back, slowly, building up detrition. My tight crack clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his dick, refusing to release it. After a minute, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his weight on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. eight inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, baby ?"he inquired."Some backwards threshold are about at their demarcation at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a spooky shake ran through me. I choked back my awe that his vast shaft couldn't possibly penetrate any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just look like such a shame. Jack strained as he pulled back, my spine door clutching the peter dig in a viselike clutch. The friction building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! jak -- it really seems like it's starting to heat things up in there. You can almost experience it burning. jackass nodded in agreement. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something wonderful simmering in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the irradiation of his tool. Only the very tip remained engraft as he skimmed his fist up and down the exposed distance, giving it a shiny lustre.

Then with a deep hint, he slowly pressed forward. The tally lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this sentence. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my sassing as our combined movement created a smooth, steady apparent motion that didn't plosive until the total length of Jack's barb was fully embedded in my pass. He and I were both panting with the endeavor."That's ... that's the whole thing, all the way up in there, mighty Jack ?"I gasped.

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

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A rearwards doorway like yours is built to select this and plenty more. Trust me, we're going to get things loosened up Nice and easy. Now spread your legs 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 seem to help a little.

Slowly seafarer withdrew the length of his massive dick, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its limits. It seemed to go even deeper up the crack this prison term, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented artisan diddly-squat was. A fiddling yelping of surprise escaped my lips as diddlyshit's creature popped completely free of my book binding door. I cried out in frustration, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his prick, I realized that he had done it on role."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape spread nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his pecker in and out of the opening in rapid sequence, seeming very pleased with the onward motion. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the total length of the massive putz jibe fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a stabilise calendar method, slowly picking up speed. backbone and Forth River he stroked his behemoth putz. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every time he did that, it went in easier and prosperous, until he could tug his monumental dick up my back threshold crack with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with excitement.

Suddenly I realized that my fuzzy little pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my slight Cream-Puff, and I could find her begin to birr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to require a really operose and excited rubbing. I could feel my slight kitty-cat quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen story. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh seaman ! I'm so sorry ! I swear, my short puss has never made a mess like that before !"I felt a blush of red creeping up my fount.

"It's totally cool, Baby,"he assured me, never missing a diagonal."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 gage here."

I nodded in relief that he was so sympathize, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another spirt on the floor, and then one more before she seemed temporarily satisfied. shit didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my punt door and was totally into his work. I could palpate my support door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swear the quiver were quivering through my entire torso.

I could smell Jack starting to sway also. The pitiful beloved -- I was really working him difficult. I would have to prepare him dinner or something to make up for all his movement."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na blast some oil up ... oh ... up into that close minuscule whirl of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my pelvis, thinking that sounded like a really, really good mind. squat let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the profundity of scissure, he launched a spray of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed jet after spurt of his oil. I guess other multitude might consume complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with atonement as it jetted up into every last little 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 crack, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the pool of a mess that my mad little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his putz back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning branching as he pumped another vast encumbrance of slippery fluid. There was no place left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded tool shaft, draining onto the trading floor in a thick, firm stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the crack for various moments, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back doorway with a wet, slurping auditory sensation.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle fit from my lips. diddly had done it ! My back door was gaping wide receptive. It was a mess of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summer walkover blew across the doorway of my newly opened portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard labourer's television camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the impression he wanted once we got my gage door fully opened up."Oh Jack-tar !"I protested."Let me at least clean up the sight first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussy made on the trading floor ..."But Jack 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 understanding. After he was done, he and I looked at the video on his earpiece, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his work, but he humbly insisted that thing wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my supporter.

Suddenly my earphone rang, and on shaky legs I got up to suffice it. It was my friend Suzy from side by side door. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the thin walls that separated our apartments, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd randomness had sent her little puss Muffin into quite an stir state.

I explained that my new acquaintance jak and I had been working hard on loosening up my cockeyed back door, and she seemed very interest. We chatted for a few bit more, and then I hung up.

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

"What's the subject ?"Jack inquired.

"Well, I ... ah ... I kind of told her about the tremendous job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the claim Sami job with her back room access also. Oh knave, I'm sorry, but I ... I form 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 promises without asking you first."

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

I let out a immense sigh of easing and rushed to give him a hug."squat, you're just the best guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to make you dinner. She an absolutely fab cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na lie with her cookie, Jack. It's all hot and ruttish, and all gooey on the interior. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for more !"

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

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

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

doodly-squat smiled and delicately put two fingers into my box, pulling out the pinko and lacy stuff."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an entertained smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just leave those here, knave. You can assist me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a ripe look. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at to the lowest degree peer with both our tooshie completely bare."

And then Jack and I hurried over, already making design on how all three of us were going to be able to exercise on Suzy's back doorway together, while keeping a duad of rambunctious pussycat entertained at the Lapplander clock time. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a news report for another day .