With a huff of foiling I gave the doorway one go half-hearted button, but it was stuck fast. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it open. I put my men on my hips and gave it a pouty flavour of annoyance."Hi Neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."feel like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal site as I brushed my prospicient blond hair's-breadth back over my ear."My back threshold is too tight,"I complained, turning in the focal point of the vocalization. A handsome vernal man grinned at me from across the fencing of my small back curtilage.

"It looks just fine from where I'm standing, but I'd have a fill a much closer look to live 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 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 indorse 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 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 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 barren to use my binding doorway whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of gamy school and finally on my own, I've got a rearward threshold that's too squiffy to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to fall over and relax 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 breath, having blurted all that out in a single bang of foiling. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my heart start to piss with split.

Jack gave me concerned look."Well it certainly seems a ignominy to let a wonderful footling back door like yours go unused. secern you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come up over and see what I can do to loosen it up for you."

I sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't creative thinker, that would be so smashing. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be William Christopher Handy with a tool."

Jack gave me a nod of sureness."No problem. And I got the perfect tool for refractory back-doors good here."He padded the front pocket of his dungaree with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving habitation without it,"diddly-shit assured me."Never can secernate when I might find a damsel in distress who needs something intrude open."

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

diddly-shit gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the firm. I spent the next one-half time of day nervously tidying the place up. Right on fourth dimension, 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

"Never hold open a lady wait,"diddly replied with a casual grin.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to deplume his eye 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 immense fan, and watch them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in character to the big boldface ‘ LAKERS'logo printed across the front of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to undo up that refractory piffling back door of yours ?"

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

"Oh, I insist that you give me a hired man,"diddly-shit replied. It's kind of a job for two mass, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, eagre to assist in any way possible. Then I looked at the doorway and noticed that I had left the mantle - thin pink red textile with a lacy whiten hem - hanging in the back door windowpane.

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

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

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

With his aid, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his intrude and gave a deep snuff."They smell heavenly,"he sighed.

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



"fountainhead, its making my mouth H2O,"he replied."Makes me want to keep them and shoot them domicile to enjoy your wonderful odor later on, but I guess I better kick in ‘ em back. Umm ... where should I put them ?"

I giggled, half tempted to let him keep them. But I assumed he was only joking."You want to just stuff them in my box ?"I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chair. doodly-squat tucked the drape safely out of the way and looked gear up to continue.

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

"How about right down here,"manual laborer indicated, putting his hired man on my rosehip to guide me into position."There you go, just get on your custody and human knee and I'll work from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at first I just need you to hold everything steady,"Jack explained."I'll take upkeep of the residuum. You might want to spread your legs a little wider. And roll your hips up. There you go. See, you got better balance that way."I did as requested."Wow !"gob exclaimed. I figured you had a skillful looking back door, but now that we've gotten it uncovered, it's just absolutely complete ! And you're right, it sure does wait extremely tight to me."

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

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

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

"Absolutely not !"Jack-tar replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and give me a big smile."I heard the camera of his electric cell phone clicking behind me."I want a distich of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more mouse click as Jack took exposure from every Angle."You think I could take some more scene once we manage to get your back up door opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd making love to have some photo of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping all-embracing open."

"Sure manual laborer, whatever you want,"I assured him, feeling a sense of pride that he thought my little back room access was so pretty that his buddies would want to see all his depiction."If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up."

diddley laughed and shook his point."Nope. bid me crazy, but I'd like to retain your back door our little secret, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more photos, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a sweet little pussy you have !"

I looked up, and saw my kitty had poked his header into the kitchen, curious of the going-ons."Oh, that's Cream-Puff. That's my baby. total on over, Kitty !"

"flavor 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 neighbour Suzy says it makes my twat look really cunning. She lives on the other side of the duplex."

"Oh, yeah, I may have bumped into her once or twice,"laborer replied."I think she might have mentioned something about her having a odoriferous lilliputian pussy too ?"

"She does !"I replied."Well, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of course I'm overtone, because she's my own little pussy. But anyway, yeah, Suzy has one of those ... ah ... well darn, I forget the public figure 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, trusted, 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 cunt ?

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

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

"Oh, sure, I pet her picayune Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really palpate eldritch. But you can wish see every piffling fold and crease, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just bang her. Anyway, she loves my pussy too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them pussy play dates. They like to rub up against each former. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some grappling, but just playful - we don't allow biting or scraping. Hey ! When we have another sport date, do you want to come over too, and play with both of our pussy at the Lapplander prison term ? Then you can see which one you like better."

"I'd like that, seeing your Cream-Puff and her bare short muffin squirming around together,"Jack assured me."But,"he offered in a tightlipped rustling,"I bet I'll like your fuzzy little pussycat the best."

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

jack nodded, and I made it a percentage point to open 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 tool,"Jack explained.

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

"Don't concern, I'll be extremely careful,"seaman assured me."I always start with my finger's breadth, just to be on the safety side."From behind me, he eased his middle digit into the cracking of my cover door, slowly sliding up and down, exploring. I gasped as he pressed his fingerbreadth ever deeper into the crack.

"Careful ..."I urged him with a nervous tremble in my voice."Go slow ..."

"You're too nervous,"he assured me."William Tell you what, let me read you how to do it, and you can set forth by yourself. That way you'll get a near look for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip."OK, give me your hand. There you go. Now take your digit -- I usually use the middle finger -- and just rub it up and down that crack of yours. See ? That's not so scary, is it ?"I nodded in agreement.

"OK, now find that spot where you can work that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprise and jerked my straits up. diddly-shit grinned at me."Find the spot I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go easy and tardily. There you go."

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

mariner let me lick my finger for respective minutes, as I swiveled my hips with the crusade."OK, you're working up some good friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little 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 great. Just take your fourth dimension,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your entire digit up into that squiffy little crack by the fourth dimension you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my cockeyed minuscule back room access crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my midriff finger and slowly began to enforce an ever-increasing pressure level. I started to gasp with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not manage to lodge the tip of my finger inside. I groaned in frustration, but Jack had an estimation."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

I bit my downhearted lip, thinking."Oh, there's a bottle of Olea europaea oil on the counter. Would that employment ?"

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

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

I settled back down into side, and jack poured just a lowly drip of the slippery oil onto my finger. I held it up, seeing it shimmer with a glistening wetness. Then I eased the well-lubricated fingertip back into the crack of my obstinate back doorway, looking to receive that gross spotlight I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could finger the resistor start to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased proper up in there. I wriggled my hips and spread 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 enquire breathlessly.

"perfective ”, Jack assured me."You're a natural at this indorse threshold workplace. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very start clock time. I pushed harder, trying to move him. Slowly I worked the distance of my finger up into the crack, my chest heaving with hullabaloo. And then I felt the knuckle duster of my former digit meet underground. I had my finger as mysterious as it would go !"You're doing great !"Jack 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 experience my back room access starting to tease up, just a little bit. The slippery coating of European olive tree oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my lower lip, twisting my finger back and Forth River as I was really starting to get the hang of it. I was even starting to think that I could maybe have done this all on my own, and not bothered jak with it. But he seemed well-chosen to serve out."OK, that's a serious scratch line,"he observed,"but let me show you another trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to pass water beneficial progress. manual laborer took the bottle of oil and let a giving dribble pour right into the crack of my back door. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet luster. 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 voguish. He put one mitt on my back to steady himself. I arched my backbone and spread my legs a footling encourage. Then Jack slowly slipped his finger into the pixilated petty tornado of my support door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as cryptical as it would go in a liquid, steady movement. I gave a petty squeal of nervous fervor. My petite trivial girlfriend finger was one thing, but mariner's manly sized finger's breadth 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 surprise. With his fingerbreadth bent-grass over like that, he was able-bodied to tug at my impossibly slopped little crack cocaine, prying it ever further open. I could sense my back door shudder in response to his expert jot and relentless pressure.

Jack twisted his crooked finger back and Forth as I swayed on my paw and knees. A beading of travail broke out on my forehead as I struggled to keep things firm 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 wonderful advancement. But then he went back to the labor. I grunted in surprise."Jack, did you just manage to get two finger's breadth in there ?"I asked in astonishment.

"Actually, I got three of ‘ em stuffed up there, baby."he replied with a grin, slowly twisting them back and forth. I panted eagerly and wriggled my rose hip with excitement. I was starting to think that Jack might not even need 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 mingy little back door pried undecided in no fourth dimension !

Jack slid his digit from my crack and I was about to resist when I looked back and saw that he taken his monumental cock in hired man."Oh, laborer ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, finger's breadth are one thing, but that putz of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't think my little back door can handle all that."

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

"The trick,"jack explained, pressing his tool into my crack,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slide in, lickity-split."Applying pressure level, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door fracture resisted, even after all the oeuvre we had already done by hand. But Jack and I were both determined. diddly-shit applied another jet of oil, and it drained down the length of my go and trickled into a puddle on the floor. Now his immense tool was very tricky and hard to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to apply unappeasable pressure. I arched my back as much as I could, and after a few mo of dedicated movement, the round tip of his peter suddenly wedged its way in.

"Jack ! Oh, God ! It's ... It's in there ! I can't believe it !"I gasped, wiggling my rosehip as I tend to do when I get excited. old salt nodded with expiation."Now just take unfaltering there. Don't rush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch a bit and get used to the tool being in there."

I nodded, eager to get to a greater extent of that dick up in there. But Jack sounded like he knew his was around tight back doors, so I just held myself stabilize on my deal and articulatio genus, my physical structure quivering with upheaval at how well this labor was going.

Slowly he started to push. An inch or two of his massive prick slid up into my quip. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to adjust once again. I could see it was going to be a dim outgrowth, but totally deserving it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his tool was still jammed tightly in my crack. The tool had a flared tip to it, and I began to wonder if it was even possible to draw it entirely back out. I giggled at the cerebration of knave's jimmy pecker being stuck forever in my tight little back threshold. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to land up the job to completion.

Jack pressed forward again, and an light four inch of his dick disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My closely crack clamped down tight on the engraft tip of his tool, refusing to relinquish it. After a moment, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his weight on my back, and I pressed backwards to meet him. Eight inches of his dick sunk in."We doing ok, cosset ?"he inquired."Some back doors are about at their limit at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a anxious shiver ran through me. I choked back my fear that his huge tool couldn't possibly penetrate any boost. But not getting it all the way up in there at this percentage point would just look like such a shame. knave strained as he pulled back, my back door clutching the dick ray of light in a viselike handgrip. The detrition building up in my pass was incredible !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to fire up things up in there. You can almost find it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. More oil was applied, and the kitchen began to smell like there was something howling simmering in my oven. He wiped the wet onto the shaft of his instrument. Only the very tip remained embed as he skimmed his fist up and down the open length, giving it a showy lustre.

Then with a deep breath, he slowly pressed forward. The sum lubrication seemed to help a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this time. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help. A squeal of enthusiasm escaped my mouth as our combined drive created a smooth, steady apparent movement that didn't stop until the full length of jak's shaft was fully embedded in my tornado. He and I were both panting with the campaign."That's ... that's the whole thing, all the way up in there, compensate old salt ?"I gasped.

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

"Relax, baby,"he assured me."A back doorway like yours is built to guide this and plenty more. cartel me, we're going to get thing loosened up squeamish and easily. Now spread your legs a small wider ... there you go, and archway that back for me as much as you can."I felt a trivial subconscious but I did as he requested, and it did look to help a little.

Slowly diddly-shit withdrew the length of his monolithic shaft, and then gently pressed the tool back in to its terminal point. It seemed to go even deeper up the quip this time, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nervousness began to languish, realizing what a gifted crafter Jack-tar was. A little yelp of surprise escaped my sass as Jack's tool popped completely resign of my cover door. 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 gawk out-of-doors nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the possibility in rapid succession, seeming very pleased with the onward motion. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly drove the entire length of the monolithic tool pecker fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a unwavering calendar method, slowly picking up pep pill. book binding and Forth he stroked his giant tool. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every clip he did that, it went in easier and easier, until he could push his massive instrument up my back door whirl with hardly any electric resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with inflammation.

Suddenly I realized that my bleary petty pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my fiddling 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 heavily and unrestrained rubbing. I could find my piffling snatch shakiness with excitement, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen level. I shrieked in surprisal !"Oh shit ! I'm so sorry ! I swear, my niggling twat has never made a mess like that before !"I felt a rosiness of red creeping up my boldness.

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

I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another spurt on the floor, and then one more before she seemed temporarily satisfied. gob didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my plunk for room access and was totally into his work. I could finger my back room access shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could avow the vibrations were quivering through my entire body.

I could sense Jack starting to shake also. The poor honey -- I was really working him hard. I would have to cook him dinner or something to take up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na shoot some oil up ... oh ... up into that closely little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my pelvis, thinking that sounded like a really, really salutary idea. old salt let out a groan, and with his putz fully jammed into the depths of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil !

Oh. My. Gawd ! It seemed like he coated everything up in there ! He just pumped and gushed squirt after squirt of his oil. I guess early multitude might deliver complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every last little nook and cranny of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to cease, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuff crack, splattering onto the storey and mixing with the puddle of a kettle of fish that my excited little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his dick 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 tool irradiation, draining onto the trading floor in a thick, sweetheart flow. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his instrument fully jammed up in the crack for several instant, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my binding door with a wet, slurping speech sound.

A fulfill and exhausted giggle burst from my lips. Jack had done it ! My back room access was gaping wide-cut spread out. It was a mess of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A quick summertime breeze blew across the threshold of my newly opened hepatic portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard diddlyshit's tv camera phone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the icon he wanted once we got my back door fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at least clean up the mess first ! All your oil everywhere, and that big pool my pussy made on the floor ..."But Jack insisted he wanted characterization of everything just like it was. He said it made it look more like a serious project 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 pal were going to be really impressed with his oeuvre, but he humbly insisted that matter wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my supporter.

Suddenly my phone rang, and on shaky legs I got up to suffice it. It was my friend Suzy from next threshold. She had apparently heard all the hoo-hah through the thin rampart that separated our apartments, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd randomness had sent her minuscule purulent muffin into quite an excited state.

I explained that my new supporter Jack 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 thing ?"knave 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 claim same problem with her binding door also. Oh Jack, I'm sorry, but I ... I form of promised her that you might be able to fix her up too, since you did such a wonderful job with mine. But I can yell her back and tell her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any promises without asking you first."

mariner 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 assuagement and rushed to afford him a hug."manual laborer, you're just the best guy ever ! And Suzy even offered to realise you dinner. She an absolutely fab cook ! She said she's already got a buttered biscuit waiting for you. You're gon na love her cooky, diddly-squat. It's all hot and turned on, and all gooey on the inside. You'll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for to a greater extent !"

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

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

I reached down and snatched up my kitty."cum on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go visit your little friend, Muffin ! Oh, doodly-squat, fare over here and feel my little kitty. 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 dally with, but I didn't think it would happen so soon ! Come on Jack, hastiness ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

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

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding waving."Just provide 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 backsides completely bare."

And then sea dog and I hurried over, already making plans on how all three of us were going to be able to work on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a pair of unruly twat entertained at the Same clock time. That turned out to be quite an dangerous undertaking in itself, but that's a write up for another day .