With a huff of frustration I gave the door one last tepid energy, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a opportunity of muscling it open. I put my hands on my pelvis and gave it a pouty looking of infliction."Hi neighbor !"came a interpreter from behind me."looking at 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 door is too tight,"I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A fine-looking new man grinned at me from across the fencing of my small back yard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a take a much closer look to have it off for sure,"he replied with a grin."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 ?"doodly-squat inquired.

"Nah, the front door is unlock,"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 back 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 fuss that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own station, anyone was detached to use my plump for door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high school and finally on my own, I've got a plump for door that's too pie-eyed to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ tart'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing place, having blurted all that out in a bingle rush of frustration. My voice cracked a lilliputian bit as I felt my oculus start to water with tears.

diddly-squat gave me concerned feel."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a terrific picayune back doorway like yours go unused. recite you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can amount over and see what I can do to loosen it up for you."

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

old salt gave me a nod of assurance."No trouble. And I got the pure tool for stubborn back-doors redress here."He padded the social movement scoop of his denim with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving domicile without it,"seafarer assured me."Never can tell when I might find a damsel in distraint who needs something pried open."

"Well, that sounds like just what I need ! OK ... Jack, right field ?"I chirped with inflammation."I'll see you in half an hr, OK ? You and your big puppet ? Don't you dare be late !"I added with a wink.

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in answer as I happily skipped off around the street corner of the mansion. I spent the succeeding half hr nervously tidying the space up. Right on clock time, 30 mo later, the buzzer rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

"Never keep a lady waiting,"Jack replied with a daily smile.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to shoot down his eye away from my pie-eyed cut-off teeshirt. I stuck my chest 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 reference to the big bold face ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the front of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to loosen up that refractory fiddling back door 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,"Jack replied. It's sort of a job for two people, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, eager to assist in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains - lose weight pink red material with a lacy white hem - suspension in the back door window.

old salt noticed them at the Saami meter."Hey, they match your shorts !"he remarked.

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

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

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

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



"fountainhead, its making my mouth water,"he replied."Makes me want to proceed them and strike them household to love your wonderful smells later on, but I guess I better ease up ‘ 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 scarf out them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chair. jackstones tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked quick 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 man on my hips to take me into position."There you go, just get on your hands and knees and I'll work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at low I just need you to concord everything unfaltering,"Jack explained."I'll take care of the rest. You might require to disseminate your legs a little wider. And pluck your coxa up. There you go. See, you got better balance wheel that way."I did as requested."Wow !"Jack exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back door, but now that we've start out it uncovered, it's just absolutely stark ! And you're right, it sure does reckon extremely tight to me."

I blushed at the compliment."You want to fill a video ?"I teased.

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

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

"Absolutely not !"gob replied with a chortle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cadre sound clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more mouse click as jackstones took pic from every angle."You think I could withdraw some more than moving picture once we manage to get your back door 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 wide open."

"Sure squat, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a common sense of pride that he thought my small back door was so pretty that his buddy would want to see all his photograph."If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

diddly-squat laughed and shook his head teacher."Nope. call off me crazy, but I'd like to keep your back door our little hugger-mugger, if you don't mind."He snapped a few to a greater extent photo, getting in really closemouthed. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet-scented little snatch you have !"

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

"spirit like your cunt is a short-hair,"he observed.

"You like the aspect ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My following door neighbor Suzy says it makes my pussy face really cute. She lives on the other side of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may have got bumped into her once or twice,"seaman replied."I think she might have mentioned something about her having a honeyed slight snatch too ?"

"She does !"I replied."fountainhead, 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 epithet for it. But anyway, she's got one of those hairless pussies. She calls it ‘ gem ’."

Jack looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure, in impression and material, but I never met anyone who actually had one. So Suzy's gem is completely bare ? Does she like shave it, or does she just have a naturally hairless kitty-cat ?

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

"That's so chill,"Jack remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and period of play with it ? Does it feel weird or anything ?"

"Oh, sure, I pet her footling gem all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really palpate weird. But you can wish see every small bend and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's endearing, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them act together. Suzy calls them pussy play dates. 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 scratch. Hey ! When we have another play date, do you desire to issue forth over too, and play with both of our pussies at the same clock 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 rustling,"I bet I'll like your blurred little pussy the best."

I blushed again and smiled, glad that Jack really seemed to wish my pussy."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 men and stifle ?"

jackass nodded, and I made it a point to circulate my legs and arch my back as he had requested, wanting to do whatever I could to help him out with the project.

"Let me just get out my peter,"manual laborer 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 support door is very, very stringent ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely measured,"Jack assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the secure side."From behind me, he eased his middle fingerbreadth into the crack of my indorse 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 vocalism."Go slow ..."

"You're too nervous,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me express you how to do it, and you can start by yourself. That way you'll get a skillful feel for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip."OK, give me your hand. There you go. Now take your digit -- I usually use the halfway 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 operate that digit in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my question up. diddly grinned at me."Find the spot I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go tardily and easygoing. There you go."

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

jackfruit let me do work my finger's breadth for respective minutes, as I swiveled my hips with the effort."OK, you're working up some good clash there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little get-up-and-go. It's all very tight in there, so don't try to force it. It will open up up on its own once you work it enough."

"Like this ?"I inquired nervously. I didn't want to do it wrong and own 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 neat. Just occupy your sentence,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire fingerbreadth up into that tight little shot by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my digit up into my blind drunk little back door crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my middle finger and slowly began to go for an ever-increasing press. I started to pant with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not manage to wedge the tip of my digit inside. I groaned in frustration, 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 European olive tree 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 place, and diddlysquat poured just a small-scale drip of the slippery oil onto my finger. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the chap 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 press. Finally I could feel the resistance start to feed way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased right up in there. I wriggled my hips and spread my legs further, remembering to arch my back as Jack had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquire breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, Jack assured me."You're a lifelike at this back door work. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very first sentence. I pushed harder, trying to imprint him. Slowly I worked the length of my fingerbreadth up into the scissure, my chest heaving with excitement. And then I felt the brass knucks of my early fingers meet resistance. I had my finger's breadth as thick as it would go !"You're doing keen !"jackstones 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 back room access starting to loosen up, just a little bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how tardily that is ?"seafarer inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my finger's breadth back and Forth as I was really starting to get the bent of it. I was even starting to think that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered diddly with it. But he seemed happy to avail out."OK, that's a beneficial start,"he observed,"but let me establish you another whoremonger or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the snap, feeling I was just starting to make good advance. knave took the bottle of oil and let a big trickle pour right into the crack of my game threshold. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The Sir Thomas More lubrication, the easily,"he explained."Don't headache about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a genial note of that utile information. diddlyshit sure was fresh. He put one hand on my back to calm himself. I arched my rachis and spread my peg a little further. Then Jack slowly slipped his finger into the tight little go of my support door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as deep as it would go in a quiet, brace campaign. I gave a niggling squeal of skittish excitement. My petite slight young lady finger was one matter, but sea dog'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 blind drunk in there."I nodded in agreement."OK, once you get a digit all the way in, bend it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his fingerbreadth bent over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly squiffy little crack, prying it ever further undefendable. I could experience my back door chill in response to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked finger back and forth as I swayed on my deal and knees. A beadwork of perspiration broke out on my frontal bone as I struggled to retain affair sweetheart for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my spinal column door gap. Just when we were making such wonderful progress. But then he went back to the project. I grunted in surprisal."Jack-tar, did you just manage to get two finger's breadth 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 excitement. I was starting to think that old salt might not even need his shaft for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this pace, we were going to get my squiffy fiddling back room access pried spread out in no meter !

jackass slid his fingers from my gap and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive tool in hand."Oh, Jack ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one thing, but that tool of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't consider my slight back door can handle all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a calming articulation."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a tight slight back threshold like yours can tolerate."I quivered in awe, but then nodded in reluctant accord. Jack was the expert after all. Who was I to distinguish him what pecker he should or shouldn't use in my spine door ?

"The trick,"Jack explained, pressing his tool into my crack,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slide in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the employment we had already done by hand. But sea dog and I were both determined. sea dog applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the distance of my crack and trickled into a puddle on the floor. Now his huge instrument was very slippery and hard to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to practice persistent pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few instant of dedicated movement, the rounded tip of his prick suddenly wedged its way in.

"Jack ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my pelvic girdle as I tend to do when I get excited. sea dog nodded with satisfaction."Now just hold stabilize there. Don't kick it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eagre to get more of that peter 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 knees, my consistency quivering with fervor at how well this task was going.

Slowly he started to push. An in or two of his massive instrument slid up into my sally. He held it there for a minute, allowing everything to adapt once again. I could see it was going to be a tedious 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 wonder if it was even possible to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the mentation of jackfruit's prized instrument being stuck forever in my tight piddling back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish the job to completion.

diddly pressed forward again, and an loose four inches of his tool disappeared into the profundity. He held himself there, letting the instrument do its stretch study. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My tight crack clamped down tight on the plant tip of his tool, refusing to release it. After a moment, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his system of weights on my back, and I pressed backwards to forgather him. eighter from Decatur in of his creature sunk in."We doing ok, cocker ?"he inquired."Some support threshold are about at their demarcation at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shudder ran through me. I choked back my concern that his huge cock couldn't possibly click any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just seem like such a shame. Jack strained as he pulled back, my cover door clutching the cock quill in a viselike grip. The friction building up in my fracture was incredible !

"Oh ! sea dog -- it really seems like it's starting to heat things up in there. You can almost palpate it burning. Jack nodded in concord. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell out like there was something wonderful simmering in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the tool of his tool. Only the very tip remained embedded as he skimmed his fist up and down the endanger length, giving it a glossy luster.

Then with a deep breath, he slowly pressed forward. The added lubrication seemed to assist a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an campaign to help. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my rim as our flux efforts created a liquid, steady motility that didn't stop until the full duration of old salt's beam of light was fully embedded in my crack. He and I were both panting with the effort."That's ... that's the unharmed matter, all the way up in there, right Jack ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his shaft fully embedded, he worked it around in a indolent circle. I could sense my tight little fracture quivering as it was strained to its very demarcation line."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a fearful tone.

"Relax, infant,"he assured me."A spine door like yours is built to take this and plenty more. faith me, we're going to get matter loosened up nice and well-heeled. Now spread your legs a slight 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 aid a little.

Slowly Jack withdrew the length of his massive shaft, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its terminal point. It seemed to go even deeper up the crack cocaine this time, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fleet, realizing what a gifted journeyman Jack was. A little yelping of surprise escaped my lip as diddlysquat's tool popped completely free of my plump for threshold. I cried out in thwarting, 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 role."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape open nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his shaft in and out of the opening in rapid chronological sequence, seeming very pleased with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the entire distance of the massive prick shaft fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady rhythm, slowly picking up velocity. vertebral column and forth he stroked his giant peter. Frequently he pulled it out of my crevice entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every time he did that, it went in easier and easier, until he could push his massive tool up my back door crack with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with turmoil.

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

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet puddle onto the kitchen story. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh diddly-shit ! I'm so gloomy ! I swear, my little pussy has never made a muddle like that before !"I felt a blush of red creeping up my face.

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

I nodded in moderation that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another squirt on the story, and then one to a greater extent before she seemed temporarily satisfied. knave didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my support door and was totally into his work. I could feel my back door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swear the vibrations were quivering through my entire dead body.

I could sense Jack starting to shake also. The miserable dear -- I was really working him toilsome. I would let to fudge him dinner or something to spend a penny up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na scoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that stringent little offer of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really unspoiled idea. Jack let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the depths of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed spirt after spurt of his oil. I guess other people might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with atonement as it jetted up into every last little nook and crevice of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to block off, and he sure was industrious about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed whirl, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my excited little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his shaft back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another Brobdingnagian lading of slippery fluid. There was no place left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded tool gibe, draining onto the trading floor in a thick, unfluctuating stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with enervation, breathing deeply. He left his creature fully jammed up in the offer for several bit, and then eased the slippery beam of light out of my back doorway with a wet, slurping sound.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle fusillade from my lips. mariner had done it ! My back doorway was gaping spacious open. It was a kettle of fish of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summer breeze blew across the doorsill of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard jackfruit's photographic camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the picture he wanted once we got my back doorway fully opened up."Oh squat !"I protested."Let me at least strip up the muckle first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my puss made on the floor ..."But jackstones insisted he wanted impression of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a good project that way. I smiled and nodded in understanding. After he was done, he and I looked at the flick on his headphone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his workplace, but he humbly insisted that matter wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my assistant.

Suddenly my speech sound rang, and on shaky pegleg I got up to answer it. It was my friend Suzy from next doorway. She had apparently heard all the hurly burly through the thin paries that separated our apartments, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noises had sent her trivial pussy muffin into quite an shake state.

I explained that my new Friend Jack and I had been working hard on loosening up my pie-eyed back door, and she seemed very interested. We chatted for a few min more, and then I hung up.

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

"What's the subject ?"sea dog inquired.

"wellspring, I ... ah ... I variety of told her about the wonderful job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the take Sami problem with her cover room access also. Oh Jack, I'm sorry, but I ... I form of promised her that you might be able to fix her up too, since you did such a terrific job with mine. But I can send for her spinal column and enjoin her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any hope without asking you first."

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

I let out a vast suspiration of relief and rushed to give him a hug."Jack, you're just the right guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to establish you dinner. She an absolutely mythological James Cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit 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. Sure, I say let's head teacher 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 mind that at all.

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

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

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just leave alone 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 looking at. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at to the lowest degree catch with both our backsides completely bare."

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