Normally resorting to such things would have been outside of what she wanted, but as the flesh slid in deeper, she couldn’t care less. There was a t...me, years ago when she tapered off of sex, that Patricia once had used an assortment of vegetables to masturbate with pregnant. That had been difficult to do too as when she was pregnant she had sworn off sex. The resulting experimentation had ended with a brave act of getting an eggplant into herself. Subsequently, it did help stretching herself. ‘Fuck Lady I never shot off so much, not even when I was filling the Mrs for k**s!!!’ ‘You dirty fucker, look what you did to my new nightie, what Hubby going to think this is on it,’ I asked him. ‘You really give a shit about that? Haha. You need that dirty cunt poking Love, go on bend over the table,’ he wanted me. ‘You got anything left after that shower?’ I asked. With that I was over the end of the table and being stuffed, his hands on my ass, his trousers round his ankles. He rode me good. From scratch I made them. It hurt my hands, what with my rheumatoid arthritis being what it is. That James boy must have stolen them after I spoke to him.’ ‘James boy?’ ‘Um. The boy who claimed to be your cousin.’ Brenda made an ‘o’ with her mouth and looked into the fire. ‘No, he left the brownies.’ ‘He did?’ ‘Yes.’ Brenda shivered. ‘I had the weirdest dream. This young man lying on a couch told me to go out to the porch and get the brownies. I woke up and just knew I had to look.’ She looked. She wriggled and thought she was on a bed.Then she heard them."Which end do you want?" a boy asked."I want her cunt."Gillian shivered and lay quiet."Okay, fuck, you got it; I want that mouth."Suddenly their hands were all over her, and Gillian gave a shriek of horror, pulling against the bonds that held her, but she was securely tied at the wrists, knees, and ankles."Get away from me!" she screamed.The boys laughed.There was the touch of a thin rod on Gillian's ass."No, no -- aaahahhh! Stop it,.