With a seeing red of frustration I gave the door one live on halfhearted push, but it was stuck fast. Weighing in at a tiny one hundred and five lb, I didn't stand a chance of muscling it unfold. I put my hands on my hips and gave it a pouty looking at of annoyance."Hi Neighbor !"came a voice from behind me."Looks like you're having problems."

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my prospicient blonde hair back over my ear."My back door is too pissed,"I complained, turning in the focussing of the articulation. A well-favoured young man grinned at me from across the fence of my pocket-sized back yard.

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

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

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

"Nah, the nominal head 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 rear threshold. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘ no ’. She insisted that going through the punt doorway 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 fuss that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was free to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I'm out of high schooltime and finally on my own, I've got a cover room access that's too tight to use ! I've tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don't think she likes me, and she called me a ‘ tart'and I don't even know why ..."I took a deep breathing space, having blurted all that out in a 1 rush of frustration. My voice cracked a minuscule bit as I felt my eyes start to water with tears.

labourer gave me concerned flavor."Well it certainly seems a pity to let a wonderful little back doorway like yours go unused. evidence 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 teardrop from my eye, giving him a promising feeling. Would you ? I mean if you wouldn't mind, that would be so nifty. I don't want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be Handy with a tool."

Jack gave me a nod of assurance."No problem. And I got the thoroughgoing tool for stubborn back-doors right here."He padded the front sack of his jeans with his hand.

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

"I can't imagine leaving household without it,"Jack assured me."Never can secernate when I might find a damsel in distress who needs something pried open."

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

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the theater. I spent the following half hour nervously tidying the shoes up. rightfield on time, XXX minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

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

"Never keep a lady wait,"shit replied with a casual smile.

I noticed that he couldn't seem to tear his oculus 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 salient ! I'm a huge fan, and learn them whenever I get a chance,"he replied in quotation to the big bold ‘ LAKERS'logotype printed across the front of my shirt."But ah ... anyway, you ready to see what we can do to loosen up that stubborn minuscule back door 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,"shit replied. It's sort of a job for two the great unwashed, if you know what I mean."

I nodded, aegir to help in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains - thin pink red textile with a lacy white hem - hanging in the backbone doorway window.

diddly-shit noticed them at the same prison term."Hey, they match your shorts !"he remarked.

I looked down and giggled. certain enough, I was wearing the same garden pink colored shorts 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 help, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his nuzzle and gave a trench sniff."They smell heavenly,"he sighed.

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



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

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

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

"How about right down here,"Jack indicated, putting his paw on my hips to guide me into billet."There you go, just get on your workforce and knees and I'll workplace from behind you."

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

"Maybe later, but at start I just need you to hold everything stiff,"Jack explained."I'll take aid of the rest. You might require to spread your legs a little wider. And wheel your hips 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 threshold, but now that we've stupefy it uncovered, it's just absolutely thoroughgoing ! And you're right, it sure does search 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 uncanny 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 !"jak replied with a chuckle."You stay right there and cave in me a big smile."I heard the tv camera of his cell phone clicking behind me."I want a couple of close-ups too,"he explained, getting the photographic camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more clicks as Jack took photos from every angle."You think I could take some to a greater extent word picture once we manage to get your back doorway opened up ?"He inquired politely."I'd making love to birth some photos of it once I'm done with it and we get it gaping encompassing open."

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

jackass laughed and shook his headway."Nope. predict me demented, but I'd like to go along your back door our little enigma, if you don't mind."He snapped a few more than photos, getting in really close. Then suddenly he exclaimed,"Oh Hey ! What a dessert niggling pussy you have !"

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

"smell like your slit 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 cute. She lives on the other position of the duplex."

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

"She does !"I replied."fountainhead, I think my Cream-Puff is a lot sweater, but of row I'm overtone, because she's my own niggling 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, indisputable, in depiction and stuff, 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 serve shave her Muffin, but I'm not really sure. I'll ask her and let you know."

"That's so sang-froid,"manual laborer remarked."Do ever, you know, like pet and playing period with it ? Does it feel uncanny or anything ?"

"Oh, for certain, I pet her petty Muffin all the time."I assured him."And no, it doesn't really feel unearthly. But you can like see every short fold and seam, and it's all pink, you know ? It's adorable, and I just love her. Anyway, she loves my snatch too. We let them play together. Suzy calls them kitty play dates. They like to rub up against each other. There's a lot of licking that goes on too. And sometimes some rassling, but just playful - we don't allow biting or scrape. Hey ! When we have another gambling escort, do you want to occur over too, and play with both of our kitty at the same time ? Then you can see which one you like better."

"I'd like that, seeing your Cream-Puff and her bare little Muffin squirming around together,"old salt assured me."But,"he offered in a secretive whisper,"I bet I'll like your fuzzy little puss the best."

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

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

"Let me just get out my shaft,"gob explained.

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

"Don't worry, I'll be extremely careful,"manual laborer assured me."I always start with my finger, just to be on the good side."From behind me, he eased his middle finger into the crack of my hinder room access, 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 vocalisation."Go slow ..."

"You're too anxious,"he assured me."Tell you what, let me bear witness you how to do it, and you can start by yourself. That way you'll get a good flavour for how it's going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK ?"

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

"OK, now find that spot where you can exploit that finger in. You'll know it when you find it."I gasped in surprisal and jerked my head up. jack grinned at me."Find the berth I'm talking about ?"I nodded eagerly."OK, now rub around on it. Just go slow and easily. There you go."

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

Jack let me work my finger for various transactions, as I swiveled my pelvic arch with the sweat."OK, you're working up some serious friction there,"he observed."Now try giving it a little push. It's all very taut 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 receive 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 clock time,"he encouraged."You're going to end up working your total digit up into that tight little crack by the time you're done."

I couldn't imagine getting even the tip of my finger up into my slopped little back door crack, but I nodded, hoping I wouldn't disappoint him. Still rubbing in a circle, I stiffened my center finger and slowly began to apply an ever-increasing pressure. I started to pant with the effort, but try as I might, I just could not grapple to wedge the tip of my finger inside. I groaned in foiling, but Jack had an estimate."You got anything slippery ?"He inquired."Some lotion, or oil ?"

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

"Absolutely,"diddlyshit replied as I grabbed the container."virgin ?"he asked.

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

I settled back down into position, and mariner poured just a small drip mould 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 crack of my unregenerate back door, looking to find that staring position I had discovered earlier. I zeroed in, rubbing and probing, and applied an ever-increasing pressure. Finally I could feel the resistance starting to give way. And suddenly the tip of my finger eased correct up in there. I wriggled my hips and go around my legs further, remembering to arch my back as diddlysquat had instructed."Oh ! jak, I think it's in there ! Am I doing it right ?"I inquired breathlessly.

"perfect tense ”, Jack assured me."You're a born at this second room access work. You sure you've never done this before ?"

I blushed at the compliment and assured him that this was my very showtime metre. I pushed harder, trying to affect him. Slowly I worked the duration of my digit up into the crack, my chest of drawers heaving with exhilaration. And then I felt the knuckles of my other fingers meet resistance. I had my fingerbreadth as deep as it would go !"You're doing great !"Jack encouraged."Now work it in and out, and rick it around if you can."I eagerly complied, slowly working my finger in and out. I could already feel my cover room access starting to loosen up, just a minuscule bit. The slippery covering of olive oil was helping a lot.

"See how easy that is ?"Jack inquired. I nodded and bit my broken lip, twisting my finger back and Forth as I was really starting to get the hang of it. I was even starting to think that I could maybe possess done this all on my own, and not bothered Jack with it. But he seemed happy to avail out."OK, that's a good start,"he observed,"but let me indicate you another conjuring trick or two."

Reluctantly I pulled my finger out of the crack, feeling I was just starting to attain upright progress. diddly-squat took the bottle of oil and let a freehanded drip pour right into the crack of my back room access. He spread it around, giving ever nook and cranny a wet sheen. The Thomas More lubrication, the practiced,"he explained."Don't worry about getting it smeared around all over the place."I nodded and made a genial line of that utile information. Jack sure was voguish. He put one hired man on my back to stabilise himself. I arched my spine and spread my legs a little further. Then old salt slowly slipped his finger into the crocked little scissure of my back door. Since I had already loosened things up a bit, he easily squeezed his finger in, just as late as it would go in a smooth out, steady sweat. I gave a little squeal of flighty excitement. My lilliputian small lady friend finger was one thing, but diddlysquat's manly sized finger was a definite measure up in size. But to my surprisal just slipped right in."Oh - wow !"he exclaimed."That is really, really besotted in there."I nodded in accord."OK, once you get a finger's breadth all the way in, crouch it over, like this ... He demonstrated and I gasped in surprise. With his finger hang over like that, he was able-bodied to tug at my impossibly fuddled little crack, prying it ever further open. I could feel my back door tingle in reply to his expert touch and relentless pressure.

knave twisted his stooped finger's breadth back and forth as I swayed on my work force and knee. A beadwork of sweat broke out on my brow as I struggled to hold back affair steady for him. To my disappointment, much too soon, he pulled his fingerbreadth back out of my backwards doorway crack. Just when we were making such wonderful onward motion. But then he went back to the task. 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 hip with excitement. I was starting to opine that diddly-shit might not even require his putz for this job. I was amazed at how he was doing just by hand. At this charge per unit, we were going to get my tight small back door pried open in no prison term !

Jack slid his fingers from my cracking and I was about to protest when I looked back and saw that he taken his monumental tool in hand."Oh, seafarer ... I don't know ..."I pleaded."I mean, fingers are one thing, but that creature of yours is like a foot long and as big around as my wrist. I don't opine my little back door can handle all that."

"Relax baby,"he assured me in a simmer down spokesperson."You'd be surprised how big of a tool even a tight small back threshold like yours can tolerate."I quivered in awe, but then nodded in loth correspondence. laborer was the expert after all. Who was I to evidence him what tool he should or shouldn't use in my spinal column doorway ?

"The whoremonger,"laborer explained, pressing his tool into my sally,"is to get the tip worked in there. Once that goes, the rest of it will slew in, lickity-split."Applying pressure, he pressed hard at the tip. My back door crack resisted, even after all the work we had already done by hand. But Jack and I were both determined. Jack applied another squirt of oil, and it drained down the length of my fracture and trickled into a pool on the level. Now his huge tool was very slippery and operose to hang on to, but he gripped it tightly and continued to lend oneself relentless pressure. I arched my back as often as I could, and after a few minute of dedicated effort, the lash 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 joint as I tend to do when I get excited. Jack nodded with satisfaction."Now just hold unfaltering there. Don't rush it,"he urged. Let's just let everything stretch a bit and get used to the cock being in there."

I nodded, eager to get more of that tool up in there. But gob sounded like he knew his was around rigorous back threshold, so I just held myself steady on my hands and knees, my dead body quivering with inflammation at how well this project was going.

Slowly he started to push. An in or two of his massive tool slid up into my crack. He held it there for a moment, allowing everything to aline once again. I could see it was going to be a obtuse process, but totally worth it. Then he pulled back, until only the tip of his tool was still jammed tightly in my crack. The dick 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 thought of jackfruit's prized tool being stuck forever in my tight picayune back door. Since there appeared to be no turning back now, we obviously had to finish the job to completion.

doodly-squat pressed forward again, and an well-situated four inches of his tool disappeared into the depths. He held himself there, letting the tool do its stretching body of work. Then pulled back, slowly, building up friction. My tight cranny clamped down tight on the imbed tip of his tool, refusing to eject it. After a moment, he pressed forward once again. I could feel his weight on my backrest, and I pressed backwards to meet him. octet inches of his tool sunk in."We doing ok, baby ?"he inquired."Some back threshold are about at their demarcation at this point."

"Not mine !"I insisted eagerly, even as a nervous shiver ran through me. I choked back my reverence that his huge prick couldn't possibly interpenetrate any further. But not getting it all the way up in there at this point would just seem like such a ignominy. sea dog strained as he pulled back, my back door clutching the tool shaft in a viselike bobby pin. The friction building up in my crack was incredible !

"Oh ! Jack -- it really seems like it's starting to heat things up in there. You can almost finger it burning. Jack nodded in agreement. 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 embedded as he skimmed his clenched fist up and down the uncover duration, giving it a glossy sheen.

Then with a deep breath, he slowly pressed forward. The supply lubrication seemed to serve a lot, and I could sense that he had no intention of stopping this metre. I pressed myself backwards in an effort to help. A squeal of exuberance escaped my sassing as our flux exertion created a smooth out, unfaltering motion that didn't stop until the full moon length of Jack's calamus was fully embedded in my whirl. He and I were both panting with the effort."That's ... that's the unanimous thing, all the way up in there, right sea dog ?"I gasped.

He nodded, breathing heavily. Leaving his shaft fully embedded, he worked it around in a lazy circle. I could sense my wet minuscule whirl quivering as it was strained to its very limits."We're not going to damage anything, are we ?"I whispered in a cowardly tone.

"Relax, child,"he assured me."A gage door like yours is built to learn this and plenty more. reliance me, we're going to get things loosened up nice and sluttish. Now spread your wooden leg a slight 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 aid a trivial.

Slowly Jack withdrew the duration of his massive ray, and then gently pressed the peter back in to its bound. It seemed to go even recondite up the crack this time, but that was probably just my imagination. He pulled back again, and my nerves began to fade, realizing what a talented crafter Jack was. A piddling yelp of surprise escaped my back talk as Jack's cock popped completely costless of my back threshold. 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 purpose."Oh, Stephanie, that's really beginning to gape subject nicely !"he exclaimed. He pushed the tip of his tool in and out of the first step in rapid chronological succession, seeming very delight with the progress. Then he popped the tip back in and ever so expertly motor the entire duration of the monumental shaft shaft fully up into the crack. And then he fell into a steady musical rhythm, slowly picking up swiftness. dorsum and forth he stroked his giant star peter. Frequently he pulled it out of my crack cocaine entirely, then squeezed it right back in. I noticed that every clip he did that, it went in easier and sluttish, until he could push his monumental tool up my rachis threshold crack with hardly any electric resistance at all."We're getting it loosened up now !"he exclaimed with fervour.

Suddenly I realized that my bleary minuscule pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded tending. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could palpate her begin to whirr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really heavily and frantic detrition. I could feel my little pussycat shaking with upheaval, and then, without warning my

Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet pool onto the kitchen level. I shrieked in surprise !"Oh Jack ! I'm so sorry ! I swear, my little puss has never made a pile like that before !"I felt a bloom of red creeping up my facial expression.

"It's totally chill, sister,"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 body process going on back here."

I nodded in relief that he was so apprehension, and kept petting my purring puss. She gave another squirt on the level, and then one More before she seemed temporarily satisfied. doodly-squat didn't even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my dorsum room access and was totally into his work. I could feel my hind door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could trust the shaking were quivering through my total eubstance.

I could sense Jack starting to judder also. The poor honey -- I was really working him hard. I would induce to cook him dinner or something to fix up for all his effort."I'm gon na ... augh ... gon na snap some oil up ... oh ... up into that tight little crack of yours !"he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good estimate. Jack let out a groan, and with his pecker 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 spurt after spurt of his oil. I guess early masses might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every lowest little nook and cranny of my quivering back threshold. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was up-and-coming about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuff crack cocaine, splattering onto the flooring and mixing with the puddle of a spate that my delirious little pussy had just made. diddly-squat stuffed his tool back in trench, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another huge burden of slippery fluid. There was no place left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded tool shaft, draining onto the level in a thick, sweetheart flow. Then finally, with a moan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his putz fully jammed up in the crack for several minute, and then eased the slippery rotating shaft out of my back door with a wet, slurping sound.

A fulfil and exhausted giggle fit from my sass. Jack had done it ! My back door was gaping broad outdoors. It was a muss of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. A warm summertime breeze blew across the threshold of my newly opened hepatic portal vein, and it felt so incredibly good.

I heard old salt's photographic camera earphone clicking away, and I remembered that I had promised him all the mental picture he wanted once we got my support door fully opened up."Oh Jack !"I protested."Let me at least make 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 serious project that way. I smiled and nodded in concord. After he was done, he and I looked at the moving picture on his phone, and they all turned out really well. I told him that his buddies were going to be really impressed with his workplace, but he humbly insisted that things wouldn't have turned out nearly so well without my avail.

Suddenly my telephone set rang, and on shaky stage I got up to reply it. It was my booster Suzy from succeeding door. She had apparently heard all the ruction through the thin walls that separated our apartment, and wondered what was going on. She said all the odd noises had sent her little snatch gem into quite an stimulate state.

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

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

"What's the issue ?"diddly-shit inquired.

"Well, I ... ah ... I kind of told her about the marvelous job you did here,"I hesitantly admitted."And ... well ... it turns out that Suzy said she has the exact same trouble with her back door 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 wondrous job with mine. But I can visit her dorsum and secernate her ‘ no'though. I really shouldn't have made any promises 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 ministration and rushed to have him a hug."Jack, 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 know her biscuit, knave. 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. indisputable, I say let's head on over there and you and I can dig in."

"Oh, gob, 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-cat."Come on, Cream-Puff. We're going to go visit your little friend, gem ! Oh, Jack, fare over here and feel my little pussy. She's already starting to make vibrant sounds because she knows what's coming ! I'm so mad. 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, hurry ! Let's get over there and get our pussy-party started !"

diddly-shit smiled and delicately put two fingers into my box, pulling out the pink and lacy textile."Err ... Aren't you forgetting something ?"he said with an amused smirk.

"What ? Oh ... those"I replied with a disregarding wafture."Just go forth those here, diddly-shit. You can help me put them back on later. If the neighbors want to peek in, I say let ‘ em get a good look. I'll bet Suzy has hers off by now too, so we'll at to the lowest degree match with both our hind end completely bare."

And then Jack-tar and I hurried over, already making programme on how all three of us were going to be able-bodied to work on Suzy's back door together, while keeping a pair of boisterous pussy entertained at the same clip. That turned out to be quite an dangerous undertaking in itself, but that's a story for another day .