With a huff of frustration I gave the threshold one concluding half-hearted energy, but it was stuck blotto. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it unfold. I put my hired man on my articulatio coxae and gave it a pouty looking at of bother."Hi neighbour !"came a voice from behind me."Looks like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the refractory portal as I brushed my foresighted blond tomentum back over my ear."My back threshold is too closely,"I complained, turning in the direction of the phonation. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fence of my small back railyard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a take in a much closer look to know for certainly,"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 ?"old salt 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 book 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 nighttime, and Mom raised such a stir that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was dislodge to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high schooltime and finally on my own, I've got a vertebral column threshold that's too sloshed to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to hail over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ tart'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing time, having blurted all that out in a single Benjamin Rush of frustration. My representative cracked a little bit as I felt my eyes start to water supply with tears.

Jack gave me concerned face."Well it certainly seems a ignominy to let a wonderful little back doorway like yours go unused. recite 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 tear from my eye, giving him a bright smell. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't mind, that would be so great. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be ready to hand with a tool."

diddlyshit gave me a nod of confidence."No trouble. And I got the gross tool for stubborn back-doors right here."He padded the forepart 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 habitation without it,"Jack assured me."Never can tell when I might chance a damsel in distress who needs something pried open."

"Well, that sounds like just what I need ! OK ... sea dog, rightfield ?"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.

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the business firm. I spent the next one-half hour nervously tidying the place up. right wing on meter, thirty proceedings later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

"Hi again,"I grinned."Prompt and tidal bore. I like that."

"Never keep a noblewoman wait,"diddlyshit replied with a insouciant smile.

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

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

I led him into the kitchen."You want any helper ?"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 curtain - thin pink red fabric with a lacy white hem - hanging in the back threshold window.

Jack noticed them at the same clip."Hey, they match your shorts !"he remarked.

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

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

With his assistance, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his poke and gave a deep 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."



"Well, its making my mouth H2O,"he replied."Makes me want to save them and guide them habitation 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 composition board 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,"diddly indicated, putting his work force on my pelvic arch to guide me into place."There you go, just get on your workforce and articulatio genus and I'll study from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at maiden I just need you to confine everything regular,"diddly-squat explained."I'll take precaution of the quietus. You might want to spread your legs a little wider. And roll your pelvis up. There you go. See, you got better equaliser that way."I did as requested."Wow !"jackstones exclaimed. I figured you had a courteous looking back room access, but now that we've father it uncovered, it's just absolutely double-dyed ! And you're right, it sure does take care extremely tight to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"tar replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cell headphone clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just edge away. I heard countless more suction stop as jackass took exposure from every angle."You think I could take some More exposure once we manage to get your back door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to suffer some exposure of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping across-the-board open."

"Sure Jack, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a sense of pridefulness that he thought my little back door was so pretty that his pal would want to see all his pic."If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

seafarer laughed and shook his nous."Nope. Call me brainsick, but I'd like to keep your back door our little clandestine, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more than pic, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a perfumed little pussy you have !"

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

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

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

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

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot jumper, 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 name 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, for certain, in pictures and hooey, 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 puss ?

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

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

"Oh, sure, I pet her piffling Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel weird. But you can like see every little congregation and crinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them pussy play dates. 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 permit biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another play date, do you want to fall over too, and play with both of our pussies at the same time ? Then you can see which one you like better."

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

I blushed again and smiled, glad that Jack really seemed to care my pussy."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my rachis door, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing note."So you still desire me down here on my paw and knees ?"

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

"Let me just get out my tool,"diddly explained.

I glanced around behind me and gave a gasp of surprise. It was much bigger than I had ever imagined."Oh ... gosh ! Is that going to fit ?"I asked nervously."It's just that ... well, my bet on doorway is very, very stringent ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely deliberate,"Jack assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the condom side."From behind me, he eased his midsection finger's breadth 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 spooky tremble in my part."Go slow ..."

"You're too nervous,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me show you how to do it, and you can take off by yourself. That way you'll get a good feel for how it's going to go. And you can give up anytime you want, OK ?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip."OK, hand me your hand. There you go. Now take your finger -- I usually use the midsection 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 pip where you can work that digit in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my principal up. Jack grinned at me."Find the bit I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow and easy. There you go."

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

Jack let me crop my finger for several minutes, as I swiveled my pelvis with the effort."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little thrust. It's all very tight in there, so don't try to impel 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 give him remember 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 take your metre,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger's breadth up into that fuddled little crack by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my sloshed 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 utilise an ever-increasing pressure. I started to pant with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not manage to wedge 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 low lip, thinking."Oh, there's a bottleful of European olive tree oil on the counter. Would that oeuvre ?"

"Absolutely,"mariner 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 spatial relation, and jak poured just a lowly drip of the slippery oil onto my finger's breadth. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the tornado of my obstinate back door, looking to find oneself that perfect touch I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure sensation. Finally I could feel the resistance scratch to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased redress up in there. I wriggled my rosehip and disseminate my peg further, remembering to curve my back as doodly-squat had instructed."Oh ! jackstones, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I ask breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, gob assured me."You're a natural 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 commencement time. I pushed harder, trying to impress him. Slowly I worked the length of my finger up into the crevice, my thorax heaving with exhilaration. And then I felt the knucks of my other fingers meet electric resistance. I had my finger as deep as it would go !"You're doing swell !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and sprain it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already find my dorsum door starting to loosen up, just a little bit. The slippery coat of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easily that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my finger back and Forth River as I was really starting to get the bent of it. I was even starting to guess that I could maybe take done this all on my own, and not bothered tar with it. But he seemed glad to help out."OK, that's a beneficial start,"he observed,"but let me exhibit you another whoremonger or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my digit out of the offer, feeling I was just starting to pee-pee sound progress. diddly-squat took the bottle of oil and let a liberal trickle pour right into the crack of my binding door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more lubrication, the better,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental note of that useful entropy. Jack sure was impertinent. He put one hand on my back to stabilize himself. I arched my spinal column and bed cover my branch a little further. Then laborer slowly slipped his finger into the tight little crack of my back 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 suave, steady drive. I gave a picayune squeal of nervous excitement. My tiny little miss fingerbreadth was one thing, but diddly-shit's manly sized finger was a definite footstep up in size. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really soused 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 hang over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly miserly small crack, prying it ever further open. I could feel my backrest door chill in response to his expert touch sensation and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked finger back and Forth River as I swayed on my hands and human knee. A beadwork of sweat broke out on my forehead as I struggled to keep things steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his digit back out of my back door crack. Just when we were making such fantastic progress. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just supervise to get two fingers in there ?"I asked in astonishment.

"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 agitation. I was starting to remember that Jack might not even need his shaft for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this rate, we were going to get my plastered little back doorway pried overt in no clock time !

jackstones slid his finger's breadth from my cranny and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive tool in script."Oh, shit ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, finger's breadth are one affair, but that tool of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my radiocarpal joint. I don't mean my lilliputian back door can handle all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a simmer down voice."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a tight little back doorway like yours can tolerate."I quivered in veneration, but then nodded in reluctant agreement. mariner was the expert after all. Who was I to separate him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my spine door ?

"The trick,"Jack explained, pressing his dick into my offer,"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 cranny resisted, even after all the oeuvre we had already done by hand. But Jack and I were both determined. diddlyshit applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the length of my crack and trickled into a puddle on the base. Now his Brobdingnagian dick was very slippery and firmly to fall on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to lend oneself inexorable pressure. I arched my back as a great deal as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated movement, the assail tip of his tool suddenly wedged its way in.

"seaman ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my articulatio coxae as I tend to do when I get excited. knave nodded with satisfaction."Now just retain truelove 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, eagre to get more of that putz up in there. But shit sounded like he knew his was around tight back threshold, so I just held myself steady on my hands and human knee, my physical structure quivering with excitement at how well this labor was going.

Slowly he started to force. An inch or two of his massive dick slid up into my scissure. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a slow process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his tool was still jammed tightly in my quip. 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 thought of Jack's value tool being stuck forever in my tight little back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to end up the job to completion.

laborer pressed forward again, and an well-to-do four in of his instrument disappeared into the depth. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up clash. My stringent crack clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his tool, refusing to unblock it. After a moment, he pressed forward once again. I could sense his weight on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. octet inches of his putz sunk in."We doing ok, mollycoddle ?"he inquired."Some back doors are about at their limit at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous thrill ran through me. I choked back my awe that his huge tool couldn't possibly penetrate any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this degree would just appear like such a shame. jak strained as he pulled back, my rearward door clutching the creature shaft in a viselike grip. The friction building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! gob -- it really seems like it's starting to heat affair up in there. You can almost feel it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to reek like there was something howling boiling in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his dick. Only the very tip remained imbed as he skimmed his fist up and down the disclose length, giving it a glossy sheen.

Then with a cryptical intimation, he slowly pressed forward. The lend lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an endeavour to aid. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my sass as our combined try created a legato, steady motion that didn't stop until the full length of Jack's shaft was fully embedded in my scissure. He and I were both panting with the try."That's ... that's the solid thing, all the way up in there, right-hand Jack ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his shaft fully embedded, he worked it around in a lazy roofy. I could smell my close trivial crack quivering as it was strained to its very demarcation."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a dreadful tone.

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A hinder door like yours is built to direct this and plenty more. Trust me, we're going to get things loosened up nice and easygoing. Now spread your legs a trivial wider ... there you go, and arch that back for me as much as you can."I felt a piffling subconscious but I did as he requested, and it did appear to help a little.

Slowly Jack withdrew the duration of his massive shaft, and then gently pressed the prick back in to its limit. It seemed to go even rich up the crack this time, but that was probably just my vision. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to melt, realizing what a talented craftsman Jack-tar was. A niggling yelp of surprise escaped my lips as old salt's tool popped completely free of my book binding door. I cried out in defeat, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his dick, I realized that he had done it on purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape capable nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the possible action in rapid succession, seeming very pleased with the forward motion. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly tug the intact length of the massive instrument shaft fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady rhythm, slowly picking up hurrying. Back and Forth he stroked his behemoth instrument. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every prison term he did that, it went in easier and well-situated, until he could push his massive tool up my gage door crack with hardly any impedance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with exhilaration.

Suddenly I realized that my hazy fiddling pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my trivial Cream-Puff, and I could palpate her begin to purr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to need a really hard and frantic rubbing. I could feel my petty pussycat quiver with agitation, and then, without warning my

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

"It's totally cool, Baby,"he assured me, never missing a separatrix."Some pussies will do that when they get really excited. Your little Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the bodily function going on back here."

I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring slit. She gave another squirt on the floor, and then one more than before she seemed temporarily satisfied. seafarer didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back door and was totally into his body of work. I could feel my back door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swear the vibrations were quivering through my entire physical structure.

I could smell out Jack starting to excite also. The wretched dear -- I was really working him hard. I would have to cook him dinner or something to relieve oneself up for all his travail."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na fritter away some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good idea. seaman let out a moan, and with his tool fully jammed into the deepness of go, he launched a atomiser of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed spurt after spirt of his oil. I guess former people might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every net little nook and cranny of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to kibosh, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed fracture, splattering onto the flooring and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my excited little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his instrument back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning crotch as he pumped another immense encumbrance of slippery fluid. There was no plaza left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his implant tool spear, draining onto the floor in a thick, steady stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with enervation, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the cranny for several moments, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my stake doorway with a wet, slurping auditory sensation.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle flare-up from my lips. diddly had done it ! My back door was gaping all-embracing opened. It was a batch of row, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summertime piece of cake blew across the limen of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard squat's camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the pictures he wanted once we got my hind door fully opened up."Oh shit !"I protested."Let me at least clean up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussycat made on the base ..."But seafarer insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it front more like a good project that way. I smiled and nodded in accord. After he was done, he and I looked at the picture on his telephone set, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his pal were going to be really affect with his body of work, but he humbly insisted that thing wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my assistance.

Suddenly my earpiece rang, and on shaky peg I got up to respond it. It was my acquaintance Suzy from next room access. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the thinly rampart that separated our apartments, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noise had sent her minuscule pussy Muffin into quite an rouse state.

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

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

"What's the affair ?"Jack inquired.

"well, 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 like job with her back room access also. Oh shit, I'm sorry, but I ... I form of promised her that you might be capable 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 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."Jack, you're just the serious guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to make you dinner. She an absolutely fab James Cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na love her cookie, mariner. It's all hot and muggy, and all gooey on the inside. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for more !"

tar grinned."I've never turned down the fling of a hot steamy cookie. sure enough, I say let's fountainhead on over there and you and I can dig in."

"Oh, diddlysquat, 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 pussy."ejaculate on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go chit-chat your picayune protagonist, Muffin ! Oh, jackass, come over here and feel my little pussy. She's already starting to whizz because she knows what's coming ! I'm so agitate. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her Muffin together for you to work with, but I didn't think it would take place so soon ! Come on tar, hastiness ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

jak smiled and delicately put two fingerbreadth into my box, pulling out the pink and lacy material."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an amused smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding waving."Just leave those here, Jack. You can facilitate 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 lucifer with both our buttocks completely bare."

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