With a huff of frustration I gave the door one last halfhearted push, but it was stuck compressed. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five Egyptian pound, I didn't stand a fortune of muscling it open. I put my hands on my rose hip and gave it a pouty flavour of annoyance."Hi neighbour !"came a voice from behind me."look like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the refractory vena portae as I brushed my foresightful blond hair back over my ear."My back door is too tight,"I complained, turning in the way of the voice. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fence of my modest back yard.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a pick out a much closer look to cognise for sure as shooting,"he replied with a smiling."Hi, by the way. I've seen you around, but we haven't met. I'm Jack."he said, extending a handshake.

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

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

"Nah, the front door is unlatched,"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 plump for door. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the back door was uncivilized. Mom was very uptight about appearances. I think he actually got away with sneaking in there once. But I heard them arguing about it, late at Night, and Mom raised such a flap that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was relieve 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 rear door that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him really politely to hail over and undo 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 space, having blurted all that out in a 1 spate of foiling. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my eyes start to water with tears.

Jack gave me refer spirit."Well it certainly seems a shame to let a tremendous minuscule back door like yours go unused. 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 tear from my eye, giving him a wannabee flavour. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't judgement, that would be so great. I don't want to be a pain in the ass, but you look like a guy who might be handy with a tool."

old salt gave me a nod of assurance."No problem. And I got the perfect tool for stubborn back-doors right wing here."He padded the strawman scoop of his jeans with his hand.

I glanced down and saw an telling protrusion."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,"doodly-squat assured me."Never can tell when I might bump a damsel in distraint who needs something pried open."

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

labourer gave me a nod, and I waved in answer as I happily skipped off around the niche of the theatre. I spent the next one-half minute nervously tidying the place up. Right on metre, XXX arcminute later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

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

I noticed that he couldn't seem to tear his heart away from my tight 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 huge fan, and look out them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in reference book to the big bold ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the front of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to tease apart up that stubborn piddling 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,"gob replied. It's kind of a job for two people, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, bore to attend to in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains - thin pink red fabric with a lacy albumen hem - wall hanging in the back door window.

Jack noticed them at the same fourth dimension."Hey, they match your boxers !"he remarked.

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

Jack agreed."Definitely. Here, let me avail you take out them down."

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

"Probably like emollient pie,"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."shuffling me want to restrain them and get hold of them base to savor 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 celebrate them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just glut them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard cartonful on a kitchen death chair. squat tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked ready to continue.

"OK, so where do you want me ?"I inquired, aegir to get started.

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his script on my hips to head me into position."There you go, just get on your custody and knees and I'll piece of work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just need you to adjudge everything truelove,"Jack explained."I'll take care of the rest. You might want to spread out your stage a little wider. And roll your hip joint up. There you go. See, you got dependable balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"jack exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back door, but now that we've gotten it uncovered, it's just absolutely perfect ! And you're right, it sure does look extremely pissed to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cadre phone clicking behind me."I want a pair of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just edge away. I heard countless more mouse click as Jack took photos from every angle."You think I could study some more than delineation once we manage to get your hind door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to bear some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping full open."

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

jackstones laughed and shook his oral sex."Nope. Call me crazy, but I'd like to keep your back door our little secluded, if you don't mind."He snapped a few More photograph, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet little pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my pussy had poked his principal into the kitchen, funny of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my babe. Come on over, Kitty !"

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

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

"Oh, yeah, I may have bumped into her once or twice,"jackass replied."I think she might cause mentioned something about her having a confection little pussy too ?"

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of course I'm partial, because she's my own short cunt. 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 slit. She calls it ‘ Muffin ’."

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

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

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

"Oh, indisputable, I pet her little Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel weird. But you can care see every little fold and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just have sex her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them puss gambol dates. They like to rub up against each other. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some wrestling, but just playful - we don't allow biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another sport date, do you need to come 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 gem squirming around together,"jak assured me."But,"he offered in a closemouthed whisper,"I bet I'll like your fuzzy little pussy the best."

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

Jack nodded, and I made it a dot to circulate my legs and arc my back as he had requested, wanting to do whatever I could to help oneself him out with the project.

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

I glanced around behind me and gave a pant of surprisal. 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 rearward door is very, very tight ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely deliberate,"diddlysquat assured me."I always start with my digit, just to be on the safe side."From behind me, he eased his middle fingerbreadth into the scissure of my hind 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 shake in my voice."Go slow ..."

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

I nodded, biting my scurvy lip."OK, give me your hand. There you go. Now take your finger -- I usually use the middle fingerbreadth -- 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 work that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprisal and jerked my caput up. seaman grinned at me."Find the post I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow up and leisurely. There you go."

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

Jack let me exercise my finger's breadth for several minutes, as I swiveled my hips with the effort."OK, you're working up some safe detrition there,"he observed."Now try giving it a short push. It's all very tight in there, so don't try to force it. It will open up on its own once you work it enough."

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

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my fingerbreadth up into my close lilliputian back doorway crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my middle finger and slowly began to enforce an ever-increasing pressure. I started to pant with the travail, 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 depleted lip, thinking."Oh, there's a bottle of olive oil on the counter. Would that employment ?"

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

I nodded."Extra Virgo the Virgin, actually,"I corrected, showing him the label.

I settled back down into locating, and diddlysquat poured just a lowly trickle 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 quip of my stubborn back door, looking to receive that perfect spot I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could feel the underground starting signal to hold way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased right field up in there. I wriggled my hip joint and spread my legs further, remembering to arch my back as knave had instructed."Oh ! Jack, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"Perfect ”, mariner assured me."You're a natural at this plunk for door workplace. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very first fourth dimension. I pushed harder, trying to impress him. Slowly I worked the length of my fingerbreadth up into the crack, my chest heaving with excitement. And then I felt the metacarpophalangeal joint of my former fingers meet resistance. I had my finger as inscrutable as it would go !"You're doing great !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and sprain it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger's breadth in and out. I could already feel my back room access starting to tease up, just a little bit. The slippery coating of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how tardily that is ?"diddlyshit inquired. I nodded and bit my get down lip, twisting my finger back and Forth as I was really starting to get the hang of it. I was even starting to call up that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed happy to help oneself out."OK, that's a right beginning,"he observed,"but let me prove you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger's breadth out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to take a leak good advancement. Jack took the bottle of oil and let a liberal trickle pour right into the offer of my back door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The more lubrication, the ripe,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a mental Federal Reserve note of that utilitarian information. Jack sure was smart. He put one handwriting on my rear to steady himself. I arched my back and spread my legs a little far. Then Jack slowly slipped his digit into the fast short crack of my plunk for doorway. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as deep as it would go in a legato, steady crusade. I gave a picayune squeal of queasy excitement. My tiny minuscule girl finger was one matter, but diddly-shit's manly sized finger was a definite footmark up in size. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really tight in there."I nodded in correspondence."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 knack over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly tight little crack cocaine, prying it ever further assailable. I could sense my back doorway frisson in reception to his expert hint and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked fingerbreadth back and Forth as I swayed on my bridge player and stifle. A bead of fret broke out on my os frontale as I struggled to hold back things steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his finger back out of my back door crack. Just when we were making such tremendous progress. But then he went back to the task. I grunted in surprise."diddlysquat, 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 River. I panted eagerly and wriggled my pelvic girdle with excitement. I was starting to suppose that sea dog might not even want his tool for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this rate, we were going to get my tight petty back door pried spread in no time !

Jack slid his fingerbreadth from my fracture and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his monumental tool in hired hand."Oh, squat ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one thing, but that shaft of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't think my lilliputian back room access can do by all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a chill out interpreter."You'd be surprised how big of a shaft even a tight little back door like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fearfulness, but then nodded in loth agreement. shit was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my back doorway ?

"The magic trick,"diddlyshit explained, pressing his peter into my chap,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the residuum of it will slide 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 helping hand. But Jack and I were both determined. Jack applied another jet of oil, and it drained down the duration of my crack and trickled into a puddle on the floor. Now his huge tool was very slippy and grueling to attend on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to apply relentless pressure level. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated effort, the flesh out tip of his tool suddenly wedged its way in.

"Jack ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my hip as I tend to do when I get excited. Jack nodded with expiation."Now just hold unshakable there. Don't flush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything unfold a bit and get used to the peter being in there."

I nodded, eager to get more of that tool up in there. But jack sounded like he knew his was around wet back threshold, so I just held myself stabilize on my helping hand and knees, my soundbox quivering with excitement at how well this project was going.

Slowly he started to push. An inch or two of his massive tool slid up into my crack. He held it there for a second, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a boring physical process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his puppet was still jammed tightly in my crack. The putz had a flared tip to it, and I began to wonder if it was even possible to draw it entirely back out. I giggled at the mentation of seaman's prized tool being stuck forever in my tight fiddling back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish up the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an easy four in of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretch work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up rubbing. My sozzled crack clamped down tight on the embedded tip of his dick, refusing to expel it. After a mo, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his weight on my vertebral column, and I pressed backwards to run across him. Ashcan School inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, featherbed ?"he inquired."Some back room access are about at their bound at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shudder ran through me. I choked back my awe that his vast peter couldn't possibly penetrate any encourage. But not getting it all the way up in there at this stop would just seem like such a ignominy. jak strained as he pulled back, my book binding door clutching the creature slam in a viselike handle. The clash building up in my cracking was unbelievable !

"Oh ! diddley -- it really seems like it's starting to wake thing up in there. You can almost feel it burning. Jack-tar nodded in agreement. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something marvellous simmering in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his puppet. Only the very tip remained embedded as he skimmed his clenched fist up and down the uncover duration, giving it a glossy sheen.

Then with a cryptic breathing space, he slowly pressed forward. The add together lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no aim of stopping this metre. I pressed myself backwards in an cause to facilitate. A squeal of exuberance escaped my sassing as our combined endeavor created a smooth, steady motion that didn't arrest until the full duration of Jack's shaft was fully embedded in my crack. He and I were both panting with the sweat."That's ... that's the unanimous affair, all the way up in there, properly jackfruit ?"I gasped.

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

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A book binding door like yours is built to take this and plenty more. trustingness me, we're going to get thing loosened up courteous and easy. Now spread your legs a little wider ... there you go, and arch that back for me as much as you can."I felt a little subconscious but I did as he requested, and it did seem to assist a little.

Slowly laborer withdrew the length of his massive irradiation, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its bound. It seemed to go even deep up the crack this clip, but that was probably just my imaginativeness. He pulled back again, and my jitteriness began to wither, realizing what a talented craftsman Jack was. A little yelp of surprise escaped my sass as diddly's tool popped completely unfreeze of my back door. I cried out in foiling, 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 intention."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape unfold nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his instrument in and out of the orifice in rapid succession, seeming very please with the advancement. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the full distance of the massive tool shaft fully up into the crevice. And then he fell into a steady cycle, slowly picking up swiftness. Back and forth he stroked his colossus peter. Frequently he pulled it out of my gap 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 monolithic tool up my rear door tornado with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with inflammation.

Suddenly I realized that my fuzzed piddling snatch was feeling neglected and desperately demanded care. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her begin to purr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really severe and frantic rubbing. I could feel my niggling pussy quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my

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

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

I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring kitty. She gave another squirt on the base, and then one more than before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my vertebral column doorway and was totally into his oeuvre. I could find my spinal column door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swan the vibrations were quivering through my entire consistency.

I could smell jackass starting to didder also. The poor dear -- I was really working him punishing. I would have to cook him dinner or something to realize up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na shoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my rose hip, thinking that sounded like a really, really good musical theme. Jack let out a groan, and with his peter fully jammed into the deepness of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed spurt after spurt of his oil. I guess other multitude might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every concluding small nook and cranny 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 crack, splattering onto the trading floor and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my charge trivial kitty had just made. Jack stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another huge load of slippery fluid. There was no place left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded peter shaft, draining onto the floor in a thick, brace current. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his shaft fully jammed up in the cranny for several minute, and then eased the slippery slam out of my back room access with a wet, slurping sound.

A fulfil and exhausted giggle flare-up from my lip. jackass had done it ! My back door was gaping wide exposed. It was a great deal of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summer duck soup blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard Jack's tv camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the pictures he wanted once we got my rearwards room access fully opened up."Oh gob !"I protested."Let me at least clean up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussy made on the floor ..."But jack insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a life-threatening undertaking that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the pictures on his phone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his oeuvre, but he humbly insisted that things wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my service.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on shaky legs I got up to answer it. It was my admirer Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the to-do through the reduce walls that separated our flat, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd racket had sent her footling pussy muffin into quite an excited state.

I explained that my new booster jackfruit and I had been working hard on loosening up my plastered back door, and she seemed very interested. We chatted for a few minutes more, and then I hung up.

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

"What's the matter ?"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 Same problem with her back threshold also. Oh Jack, I'm sorry, but I ... I kind of promised her that you might be able 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 promise without asking you first."

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

I let out a huge sigh of relief and rushed to give him a hug."shit, you're just the topper guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to progress to you dinner. She an absolutely mythic cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na have it away her biscuit, Jack. It's all hot and ruttish, and all gooey on the interior. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for Sir Thomas More !"

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

"Oh, diddly-squat, 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 jaw your little friend, Muffin ! Oh, laborer, total over here and feel my lilliputian kitty-cat. She's already starting to purr because she knows what's coming ! I'm so excited. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her muffin together for you to play with, but I didn't think it would find so soon ! Come on Jack, hurry ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

sea dog smiled and delicately put two fingerbreadth into my box, pulling out the pinko and lacy textile."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an disport smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wave."Just allow those here, sea dog. You can aid me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a sound looking. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at least match with both our backsides completely bare."

And then squat and I hurried over, already making programme on how all three of us were going to be able-bodied to exploit on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a duet of rambunctious pussies entertained at the same clock time. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a story for another day .