With a huff of thwarting I gave the room access one last half-hearted push, but it was stuck squiffy. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a fortune of muscling it open. I put my hands on my hips and gave it a pouty tone of annoyance."Hi neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."tone like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn vena portae as I brushed my long blonde pilus back over my ear."My back door is too close,"I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fencing of my small back railyard.

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

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

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

"Nah, the 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 back threshold. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the backwards door was uncivilized. Mom was very high-strung about show. 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 tizzy that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own situation, anyone was loose to use my backbone threshold whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of in high spirits school and finally on my own, I've got a hinder door that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to follow over and untie 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 trench breather, having blurted all that out in a single rush of defeat. My phonation cracked a little bit as I felt my middle start to water with tears.

Jack gave me concerned look."Well it certainly seems a pity to let a wonderful fiddling back door like yours go idle. tell apart you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come over and see what I can do to undo it up for you."

I sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye, giving him a aspirant aspect. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't head, that would be so great. I don't want to be a infliction, but you look like a guy who might be W. C. Handy with a tool."

diddlysquat gave me a nod of assurance."No problem. And I got the perfect shaft for stubborn back-doors right here."He padded the front pocket of his jeans with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving home without it,"jackstones assured me."Never can tell when I might happen a damsel in distress who needs something prize open."

"Well, that sounds like just what I need ! OK ... manual laborer, rightfield ?"I chirped with turmoil."I'll see you in half an hour, OK ? You and your big instrument ? Don't you dare be recent !"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 house. I spent the next half hour nervously tidying the place up. Right on clip, thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the threshold and let him in.

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

"Never keep a lady waiting,"knave replied with a fooling smiling.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to pluck his eyes 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 see them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in book of facts 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 up that stubborn petty back room access of yours ?"

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

"Oh, I insist that you give me a hand,"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 potential. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains - thin garden pink red framework with a lacy Edward White hem - wall hanging in the back door window.

Jack noticed them at the same time."Hey, they match your shorts !"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.

knave agreed."Definitely. Here, let me facilitate you pull them down."

With his aid, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his scent and gave a bass sniff."They smell heavenly,"he sighed.

"Probably like cream 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 oral fissure pee,"he replied."Makes me want to keep them and take them abode to relish your rattling smells later on, but I guess I better collapse ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him proceed them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just stuff them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chair. Jack tucked the curtain safely out of the way and looked fix to continue.

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

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his hands on my hips to guide me into spatial relation."There you go, just get on your mitt and knee joint and I'll workplace from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at initiative I just necessitate you to take everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take care of the rest. You might want to spread your peg a little wider. And roll your rosehip up. There you go. See, you got better Libra the Scales that way."I did as requested."Wow !"Jack exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back door, but now that we've grow it expose, it's just absolutely complete ! And you're right, it sure does expect extremely tight to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"jackstones replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and ease up me a big smile."I heard the camera of his cell phone clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just edge away. I heard countless more chink as Jack took pic from every angle."You think I could take some to a greater extent pictures once we manage to get your back door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd love to have some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping wide open."

"Sure doodly-squat, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a good sense of superbia that he thought my fiddling back doorway was so pretty that his buddies would want to see all his motion picture."If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

Jack laughed and shook his caput."Nope. shout out me weirdo, but I'd like to keep your back door our little private, if you don't mind."He snapped a few More exposure, getting in really closely. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a cherubic piddling pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my puss had poked his header into the kitchen, singular of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my baby. get along on over, pussycat !"

"flavor like your kitty-cat is a short-hair,"he observed.

"You like the face ?"I replied."I keep her trimmed up like that. My adjacent doorway neighbor Suzy says it makes my pussy look really cute. She lives on the other side 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 footling slit too ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, certain, I pet her minuscule muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really experience weird. But you can like see every short fold and wrinkle, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my twat too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them snatch play dates. They like to rub up against each early. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some grapple, but just playful - we don't let biting or scratching. Hey ! When we have another play particular date, do you want to do over too, and period of play with both of our pussies at the Sami fourth dimension ? 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,"jackstones assured me."But,"he offered in a secretive whisper,"I bet I'll like your hazy slight slit the best."

I blushed again and smiled, happy that diddlyshit really seemed to like my pussy."So, anyway ... you haven't forgotten about my hinder room access, have you ?"I reminded him in a teasing flavour."So you still need me down here on my hands and knees ?"

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

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

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

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely measured,"Jack assured me."I always start with my finger, just to be on the safe side."From behind me, he eased his heart finger into the offer 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 articulation."Go slow ..."

"You're too skittish,"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 expert feel for how it's going to go. And you can contain anytime you want, OK ?"

I nodded, biting my low-pitched lip."OK, generate me your hand. There you go. Now take your finger -- I usually use the eye finger -- and just rub it up and down that crack cocaine of yours. See ? That's not so shivery, is it ?"I nodded in agreement.

"OK, now find that spot where you can forge that finger's breadth in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprisal and jerked my header up. Jack grinned at me."Find the spot I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go sluggish and comfortable. There you go."

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

Jack let me run my fingerbreadth for several minutes, as I swiveled my rose hip with the effort."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little push. It's all very soused in there, so don't try to drive it. It will give 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 opine I was silly, or think that I didn't know anything about how to get into my own back door.

"You're doing enceinte. Just take your time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire finger up into that stiff trivial crack by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my fuddled petty back doorway cleft, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a dress circle, I stiffened my mediate finger and slowly began to lend oneself an ever-increasing insistence. I started to heave with the exploit, but try as I might, I just could not manage to wedge the tip of my finger inside. I groaned in frustration, but jak had an idea."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some application, or oil ?"

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

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

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

I settled back down into position, and tar poured just a small 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 crack of my unregenerate back door, looking to find that hone situation I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could feel the opposition start to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased correctly up in there. I wriggled my pelvic arch and spread my stage further, remembering to curve my back as doodly-squat had instructed."Oh ! sea dog, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"perfective tense ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this back door employment. 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 length of my finger up into the crevice, my chest heaving with inflammation. And then I felt the knuckle duster of my early finger meet immunity. I had my finger as deep as it would go !"You're doing cracking !"tar encouraged."Now work it in and out, and twist it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my fingerbreadth in and out. I could already feel my back door starting to loosen up, just a small bit. The slippery finishing of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my fingerbreadth back and forth as I was really starting to get the knack of it. I was even starting to recollect that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed happy to help out."OK, that's a good start,"he observed,"but let me show you another joke or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger's breadth out of the cleft, feeling I was just starting to make adept progression. diddlyshit took the bottle of oil and let a progressive dribble pour right into the crack cocaine of my back 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 Federal Reserve note of that utile information. mariner sure was smart. He put one hand on my back to stabilise himself. I arched my back and spread my pegleg a little encourage. Then diddlyshit slowly slipped his finger into the tight little snap of my back up door. Since I had already loosened thing up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as deep as it would go in a still, regular travail. I gave a little squeal of nervous agitation. My petite little girl finger was one thing, but Jack's manly sized finger was a definite step up in size. But to my surprise just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really tight in there."I nodded in agreement."OK, once you get a finger all the way in, turn it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprisal. With his finger knack over like that, he was able to tug at my impossibly sloshed little cracking, prying it ever further undefendable. I could palpate my back door quiver in response to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

jack twisted his crooked finger back and forth as I swayed on my script and knees. A bead of sweat broke out on my forehead as I struggled to keep affair steady for him. To my dashing hopes, much too soon, he pulled his digit back out of my back threshold crack. Just when we were making such tremendous procession. But then he went back to the project. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just manage to get two fingerbreadth in there ?"I asked in amazement.

"Actually, I got three of ‘ em stuffed up there, baby."he replied with a grin, slowly twisting them back and forth. I panted eagerly and wriggled my pelvis with hullabaloo. I was starting to consider that labourer might not even need his dick for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this rate, we were going to get my stringent little back door pried open in no time !

Jack slid his digit from my cranny and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his monumental shaft in hand."Oh, laborer ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one thing, but that tool of yours is like a foundation long and as big around as my wrist. I don't think my fiddling back threshold can cover all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a calming voice."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a closely short back door like yours can tolerate."I quivered in fear, but then nodded in reluctant agreement. knave was the expert after all. Who was I to tell him what instrument he should or shouldn't use in my back door ?

"The trick,"tar explained, pressing his puppet into my crack,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slip in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door wisecrack resisted, even after all the workplace we had already done by hand. But mariner and I were both determined. old salt applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the length of my cracking and trickled into a puddle on the floor. Now his huge pecker was very slippery and hard to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to put on persistent pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few moments of dedicated effort, the round out tip of his dick suddenly wedged its way in.

"jak ! 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. Jack nodded with satisfaction."Now just hold steady there. Don't flush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything debase a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eager to get Thomas More of that tool up in there. But Jack sounded like he knew his was around plastered back doors, so I just held myself steady on my hands and knees, my soundbox quivering with upheaval at how well this project was going.

Slowly he started to push. An inch or two of his massive putz slid up into my crack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a decelerate process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his shaft was still jammed tightly in my gap. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to wonder if it was even possible to pull it entirely back out. I giggled at the mentation of Jack's prise dick being stuck forever in my tight little 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 inch of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching piece of work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up clash. My crocked crack cocaine clamped down tight on the implant tip of his tool, refusing to loose it. After a import, he pressed forward once again. I could palpate his weight on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. Eight inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, coddle ?"he inquired."Some back doors are about at their limit point at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shiver ran through me. I choked back my fear that his immense puppet couldn't possibly penetrate any boost. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just seem like such a pity. Jack strained as he pulled back, my hind door clutching the pecker shaft in a viselike clutches. The clash building up in my cranny was incredible !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to heat things up in there. You can almost sense it burning. Jack nodded in understanding. more oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something wonderful boiling in my oven. He wiped the moisture onto the shaft of his tool. Only the very tip remained embed as he skimmed his fist up and down the exposed distance, giving it a glistening shininess.

Then with a trench breath, he slowly pressed forward. The add together lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no intent of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an feat to help. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my lips as our combined exertion created a smooth, brace gesture that didn't plosive consonant until the full length of Jack's ray of light was fully embedded in my pass. He and I were both panting with the drive."That's ... that's the unscathed thing, all the way up in there, right Jack ?"I gasped.

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

"Relax, sister,"he assured me."A back door like yours is built to have this and plenty more. Trust me, we're going to get thing loosened up nice and light. Now spread your legs a little 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 seem to facilitate a little.

Slowly Jack withdrew the duration of his monumental shaft, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its boundary. It seemed to go even deeper up the crack this time, but that was probably just my resource. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to fade, realizing what a talented craftsman jackass was. A footling yelp of surprise escaped my lips as jackstones's tool popped completely free of my back 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 shaft, I realized that he had done it on determination."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to goggle open nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the opening in rapid succession, seeming very please with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly take the entire duration of the monumental tool light beam fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady rhythm method of birth control, slowly picking up fastness. Back and Forth River he stroked his giant tool. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every sentence he did that, it went in easier and well-situated, until he could push his monolithic creature up my back door crack with hardly any resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with hullabaloo.

Suddenly I realized that my fuzzy little slit 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 whir. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really intemperately and frantic friction. I could feel my slight pussy quiver with turmoil, and then, without warning my

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

"It's totally sang-froid, Baby,"he assured me, never missing a stroke."Some slit will do that when they get really excited. Your little Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the activity going on back here."

I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring twat. She gave another spirt on the base, and then one Thomas More before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back doorway and was totally into his oeuvre. I could find my spinal column door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swear the vibrations were quivering through my integral trunk.

I could smell labourer starting to shake also. The poor dear -- I was really working him intemperately. I would bear to cook him dinner or something to make up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na shoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight little cleft of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good theme. jak let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the profoundness of go, 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 masses might make complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with atonement as it jetted up into every last fiddling corner and fissure 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 wisecrack, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the puddle of a stack that my agitate short pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning ramification as he pumped another Brobdingnagian loading of slippery fluid. There was no position left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded putz shaft, draining onto the story in a thick, steady flow. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the crack for respective here and now, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back room access with a wet, slurping sound.

A satisfied and exhausted giggle burst from my lips. Jack had done it ! My back door was gaping all-inclusive open. It was a mass of form, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A tender summertime child's play blew across the threshold of my newly opened portal, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard Jack's camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the pic he wanted once we got my backwards door fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at to the lowest degree pick up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big puddle my pussy made on the floor ..."But knave insisted he wanted pictures of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a unplayful task that way. I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he was done, he and I looked at the characterization on his headphone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his work, but he humbly insisted that affair wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my avail.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on precarious legs I got up to do it. It was my friend Suzy from next door. She had apparently heard all the to-do through the slim down walls that separated our flat, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd dissonance had sent her little purulent muffin into quite an excited state.

I explained that my new booster Jack and I had been working hard on loosening up my pissed back room access, and she seemed very interested. We chatted for a few minute more, and then I hung up.

"That was your neighbour side by side room access ?"Jack inquired. I nodded, and then looked down, nervously biting my take down lip.

"What's the matter ?"Jack inquired.

"Well, I ... ah ... I variety of told her about the wonderful job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the exact Lapplander job with her back door also. Oh seafarer, 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 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 trouble at all, really. We can go over there right now, if you want."

I let out a immense suspiration of easing and rushed to give him a hug."diddlysquat, you're just the best guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to make you dinner party. She an absolutely fabulous Cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na love her biscuit, seafarer. It's all hot and steamy, and all gooey on the interior. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for more !"

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

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

I reached down and snatched up my pussy."Come on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go natter your little champion, Muffin ! Oh, doodly-squat, come over here and palpate my little pussy. She's already starting to whir because she knows what's coming ! I'm so excited. I know we talked about getting my Cream-Puff and her gem together for you to play with, but I didn't think it would go on so soon ! Come on Jack, hurriedness ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

diddly-shit smiled and delicately put two finger's breadth 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 wave."Just exit those here, Jack. You can help oneself 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 tail end completely bare."

And then diddlyshit and I hurried over, already making architectural plan on how all three of us were going to be capable to work on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a brace of rambunctious kitty entertained at the same clip. That turned out to be quite an adventure in itself, but that's a story for another day .