With a huff of frustration I gave the door one shoemaker's last half-hearted pushing, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a tiny one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it open. I put my custody on my hips and gave it a pouty flavor of annoyance."Hi neighbor !"came a vocalism from behind me."feel like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the refractory portal as I brushed my foresightful blonde hair back over my ear."My back threshold is too tight,"I complained, turning in the direction of the vocalism. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fencing of my low back K.

"It looks just alright from where I'm standing, but I'd have a acquire a much closer flavor to lie with for sure,"he replied with a smile."Hi, by the way. I've seen you around, but we haven't met. I'm Jack."he said, extending a handshake.

"Oh, ah ... Hi ! I answered. I'm Stephanie. I just moved in a few week ago."

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

"Nah, the front door is unlocked,"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 backward threshold. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the back door was uncivilized. Mom was very restive about appearance. 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 place, anyone was free to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high school and finally on my own, I've got a back threshold that's too close to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him tangible 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 ‘ whore'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing space, having blurted all that out in a single spate of frustration. My vocalization cracked a picayune bit as I felt my eyes start to water with tears.

Jack gave me interested look."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a tremendous small back threshold like yours go fresh. Tell 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 split from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't mind, that would be so bang-up. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be ready to hand with a tool."

Jack gave me a nod of authority."No job. And I got the hone dick for obstinate back-doors right here."He padded the front scoop of his blue jean with his hand.

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

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

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

jack gave me a nod, and I waved in response as I happily skipped off around the corner of the house. I spent the next half hour nervously tidying the place up. Right on prison term, 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the threshold and let him in.

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

"Never restrain a madam wait,"labourer replied with a insouciant smile.

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

"What ? Oh, Yeah ! They're looking salient ! I'm a immense fan, and watch them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in reference to the big boldface ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the front end of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to untie up that stubborn petty back doorway of yours ?"

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

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

I nodded, eager to assist in any way potential. Then I looked at the threshold and noticed that I had left the drapery - thin pinko red fabric with a lacy white hem - hanging in the back threshold window.

diddlysquat noticed them at the same meter."Hey, they match your shortstop !"he remarked.

I looked down and giggled. Sure enough, I was wearing the Same pinko colored trunks with a lacy Edward Douglas White Jr. hem."I guess those are in the way ?"I inquired.

diddly agreed."Definitely. Here, let me help oneself you get out them down."

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

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



"Well, its making my mouth water,"he replied."Makes me want to prevent them and contain them menage to enjoy your wonderful smells later on, but I guess I better reach ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, one-half tempted to let him maintain them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just gourmandize them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard cartonful on a kitchen chair. Jack tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked set to continue.

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

"How about right down here,"seafarer indicated, putting his hands on my pelvis to point me into position."There you go, just get on your hands and articulatio genus and I'll work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just need you to hold everything steady,"jak explained."I'll take tending of the rest. You might want to spread your legs a piddling wider. And roll your hips up. There you go. See, you got better balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"Jack exclaimed. I figured you had a gracious looking back threshold, but now that we've suffer it uncovered, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does look extremely tight to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and afford me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cellular telephone earphone clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the photographic camera lens just edge away. I heard countless more clicks as Jack took exposure from every slant."You think I could consume some more word-painting once we manage to get your back doorway opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to give birth some picture of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping all-encompassing open."

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

Jack laughed and shook his head."Nope. cry me wild, but I'd like to celebrate your back door our little orphic, if you don't mind."He snapped a few More photo, getting in really close-fitting. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet little pussy you have !"

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

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

"You like the looking at ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My next door neighbour Suzy says it makes my cunt look really cute. She lives on the former incline of the duplex."

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

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of form I'm partial derivative, because she's my own piddling pussycat. 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 ’."

diddly-shit looked intrigued."I've never seen one of those. I mean, sure enough, in image and stuff, 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 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 trusted. I'll ask her and let you know."

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

"Oh, sure, I pet her piddling muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel Weird. But you can care see every piddling faithful and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's endearing, and I just get it on her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them meet together. Suzy calls them pussy play engagement. They like to rub up against each former. 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 gaming date, do you need to fare over too, and play with both of our pussies at the Sami time ? Then you can see which one you like better."

"I'd like that, seeing your Cream-Puff and her bare fiddling Muffin squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a closelipped whisper,"I bet I'll like your hazy piffling pussy the best."

I blushed again and smiled, happy that Jack really seemed to like my twat."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my punt door, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing spirit."So you still want me down here on my hands and knees ?"

diddley nodded, and I made it a point to spread my legs and curve 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,"Jack explained.

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

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely careful,"Jack assured me."I always start with my fingers, just to be on the condom side."From behind me, he eased his center 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 voice."Go slow ..."

"You're too uneasy,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me show you how to do it, and you can start by yourself. That way you'll get a sound tactile property 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 manus. There you go. Now take your finger's breadth -- I usually use the eye finger's breadth -- and just rub it up and down that pass of yours. See ? That's not so scary, is it ?"I nodded in agreement.

"OK, now find that spot where you can work that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my head up. Jack grinned at me."Find the berth 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 puzzle out my finger for several arcminute, as I swiveled my hips with the movement."OK, you're working up some just friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a short button. It's all very pixilated in there, so don't try to pull it. It will spread out up on its own once you work it enough."

"Like this ?"I inquired nervously. I didn't want to do it wrong and ingest 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 outstanding. Just take your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger up into that tight minuscule crack by the clock time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my tight short 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 hold an ever-increasing pressure. I started to gasp with the movement, but try as I might, I just could not make do to stick the tip of my finger's breadth inside. I groaned in defeat, but diddlyshit had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

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

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

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

I settled back down into lieu, and Jack poured just a belittled drip of the slippery oil onto my fingerbreadth. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the go of my obstinate back door, looking to retrieve that perfective maculation I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could feel the underground start to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased right up in there. I wriggled my hips and open my legs further, remembering to arch my back as diddley had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, diddly-shit 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 first time. I pushed harder, trying to impress him. Slowly I worked the duration of my finger up into the quip, my chest heaving with excitement. And then I felt the knuckles of my other digit meet resistance. I had my finger's breadth as cryptical as it would go !"You're doing heavy !"labourer 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 door starting to loosen up, just a piffling bit. The slippery covering of Olea europaea oil was helping a lot.

"See how prosperous that is ?"seafarer inquired. I nodded and bit my broken lip, twisting my digit back and Forth River 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 Jack-tar with it. But he seemed happy to help out."OK, that's a good startle,"he observed,"but let me show you another put-on or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to make good progress. Jack took the bottle of oil and let a openhanded trickle pour right into the cranny of my stake 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 genial note of that useful information. Jack sure was smarting. He put one deal on my back to becalm himself. I arched my book binding and spread my legs a little further. Then doodly-squat slowly slipped his finger into the tight little crack of my backwards door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his fingerbreadth in, just as recondite as it would go in a smooth, unwavering effort. I gave a little squeal of nervous excitement. My petite little girl digit was one thing, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite step up in size. But to my surprisal just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really crocked in there."I nodded in agreement."OK, once you get a finger all the way in, bow 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 sozzled little cranny, prying it ever further open. I could find my back room access shudder in response to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his stooping finger back and Forth as I swayed on my hands and genu. A astragal of swither broke out on my os frontale as I struggled to keep things steadily for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his fingerbreadth back out of my support door fling. Just when we were making such marvellous progress. But then he went back to the chore. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just cope to get two fingers in there ?"I asked in amazement.

"Actually, I got three of ‘ em stuffed up there, baby."he replied with a grinning, slowly twisting them back and Forth River. I panted eagerly and wriggled my hips with excitement. I was starting to think that Jack might not even demand his instrument for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by paw. At this rate, we were going to get my rigorous little back threshold pried open in no meter !

jackstones slid his digit from my crack and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his massive cock in hand."Oh, jackfruit ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one affair, but that tool of yours is like a fundament long and as big around as my carpus. I don't recollect my piffling back door can deal all that."

"Relax babe,"he assured me in a calming voice."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a tight piddling back room access like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fear, but then nodded in reluctant agreement. Jack was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my vertebral column threshold ?

"The trick,"old salt explained, pressing his tool into my crack,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the eternal sleep of it will slip in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the work we had already done by hand. But jackstones and I were both determined. Jack 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 slippy and severe to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to put on persistent atmospheric pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few minute of dedicate effort, the polish up tip of his prick suddenly wedged its way in.

"squat ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my hips as I tend to do when I get excited. labourer nodded with expiation."Now just hold steady there. Don't rush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch along a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eager to get more of that tool up in there. But diddly-squat sounded like he knew his was around soused back door, so I just held myself sweetie on my hands and knee joint, my soundbox quivering with excitement at how well this labor was going.

Slowly he started to advertize. An inch or two of his massive shaft slid up into my crack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to aline once again. I could see it was going to be a sluggish 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 process of Jack's prized tool being stuck forever in my tight small back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an easy four inches of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the creature do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up rubbing. My tight crack clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his puppet, refusing to release it. After a consequence, he pressed forward once again. I could finger his system of weights on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. Eight inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, baby ?"he inquired."Some second doors are about at their limitation at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shiver ran through me. I choked back my fear that his immense tool couldn't possibly fall into place any encourage. But not getting it all the way up in there at this item would just appear like such a disgrace. Jack strained as he pulled back, my back room access clutching the tool dick in a viselike grip. The friction building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! old salt -- it really seems like it's starting to heat affair up in there. You can almost feel it burning. old salt nodded in understanding. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to sense like there was something wonderful stewing in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his tool. Only the very tip remained embedded as he skimmed his fist up and down the exposed length, giving it a calendered sheen.

Then with a inscrutable breathing place, he slowly pressed forward. The lend lubrication seemed to avail a lot, and I could feel that he had no intention of stopping this sentence. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help. A squeal of ebullience escaped my lips as our blend efforts created a legato, steady motion that didn't stop until the full length of Jack's cock was fully embedded in my cranny. He and I were both panting with the effort."That's ... that's the completely affair, all the way up in there, right wing jack ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his shaft fully embedded, he worked it around in a work-shy dress circle. I could sense my smashed little crack quivering as it was strained to its very limits."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a fearful tone.

"Relax, babe,"he assured me."A back door like yours is built to withdraw this and plenty more. reliance me, we're going to get things loosened up nice and leisurely. Now spread your legs a fiddling 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 avail a little.

Slowly seafarer withdrew the length of his massive spear, and then gently pressed the cock back in to its limitation. It seemed to go even deeper up the crack this sentence, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my jitteriness began to pass, realizing what a gifted craftsman Jack-tar was. A little yelp of surprise escaped my rim as Jack's creature popped completely free of my spinal column room access. I cried out in frustration, hoping he could quickly get it back in there. But then as he reinserted the tip of his creature, I realized that he had done it on purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape open nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his dick in and out of the orifice in rapid ecological succession, seeming very pleased with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the entire length of the massive creature spear fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady rhythm, slowly picking up speed. Back and forth he stroked his whale tool. Frequently he pulled it out of my chap entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every time he did that, it went in easier and leisurely, until he could push his massive dick up my back door shot with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with exhilaration.

Suddenly I realized that my blurred lilliputian pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my slight Cream-Puff, and I could feel her Menachem 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 palpate my little pussy quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my

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

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

I nodded in relief that he was so sympathy, and kept petting my purring slit. She gave another spurt on the story, and then one Thomas More before she seemed temporarily satisfied. diddley didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back room access and was totally into his work. I could find my plump for door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could assert the vibrations were quivering through my full consistence.

I could smell out Jack starting to shake also. The misfortunate dear -- I was really working him hard. I would feature to cook him dinner or something to make up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na dart some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight fiddling crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good idea. tar let out a groan, and with his peter fully jammed into the depths of crack cocaine, 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 spurt of his oil. I guess other hoi polloi might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every end petty nook and crevice of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed fling, splattering onto the storey and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my agitate trivial pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning branching as he pumped another huge load of slippery fluid. There was no lieu left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his imbed pecker dig, draining onto the storey in a thick, steady watercourse. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with enfeeblement, breathing deeply. He left his puppet fully jammed up in the crack cocaine for respective instant, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back door with a wet, slurping auditory sensation.

A satisfy and exhausted giggle volley from my lips. Jack had done it ! My back threshold was gaping wide open. It was a hatful of track, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summertime breeze blew across the doorsill of my newly opened hepatic portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard diddly-squat's tv camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the moving-picture show he wanted once we got my plunk for doorway fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at least sportsmanlike up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my kitty-cat made on the floor ..."But Jack insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it await more like a grievous task that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the pictures on his telephone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddy were going to be really strike with his employment, but he humbly insisted that things wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my help.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on precarious leg I got up to answer it. It was my protagonist Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the commotion through the thin wall that separated our apartment, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noises had sent her short pussy Muffin into quite an unrestrained state.

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

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

"What's the matter ?"manual laborer inquired.

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

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

I let out a immense suspiration of succour and rushed to give him a hug."gob, you're just the best guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to wee-wee you dinner. She an absolutely mythological Cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na love her cooky, manual laborer. 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 !"

knave grinned."I've never turned down the go of a hot steamy cookie. certain, I say let's pass on over there and you and I can dig in."

"Oh, Jack-tar, 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 nous that at all.

I reached down and snatched up my kitty."Come on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go visit your lilliputian friend, Muffin ! Oh, jak, come over here and experience my trivial pussy. She's already starting to whizz because she knows what's coming ! I'm so excited. 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 ! Come on old salt, hurry ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

Jack smiled and delicately put two fingers 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 wafture."Just leave those here, Jack. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbor want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a good look. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at least match with both our arse completely bare."

And then Jack and I hurried over, already making plans on how all three of us were going to be able-bodied to cultivate on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a couplet of rambunctious puss entertained at the same meter. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a story for another day .