She turned around and embraced me. Our mouths and tongues locked. I lifted her up on to the counter. She spread her legs and I went down onto my kn...es and I went under the apron and before I knew it both her trousers and underwear were down and I was licking her out.Her legs were wrapped around my head and her awesome thighs clung to each side of my face. She flung her head back as my tongue made its way around her clit and up her pussy. My hands held onto her fine ass. I licked and. Whack! I slapped her on the side of her ass with my hand and told her to relax. After a few in and out strokes of the syringe, I pushed the plunger and shot most of it into her anal canal. She felt the coldish liquid and started to quiver a bit, both from the chill and the anticipation of what was coming. I used the rest of the lube on my cock, which was fucking rock hard, and touched the head to her tight little hole. She instinctively tightened.“Annalisa, we can do it the easy way or the hard. Linda looked stunned. "Won't these Bastards ever quit?" she gasped. "Haven't they done enough already? Why can't someone do something about them?"Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she was beginning to sound hysterical. Bonnie picked up on it at once, moved over beside her, and put an arm around her shoulder. Linda turned toward Bonnie, laid her head on her shoulder, and let out some of the grief she had been holding back. For a while it seemed as if she would cry forever, the sobbing. ”“Oh, you bloody cynic, why are you even going?”“Because, love of my life, you want to. They’re usually okay for some comedic value.”“Ooh, some ‘comedic value’, all very la-de-da. When did I marry a snooty theatre critic?” she laughed.The first half of the show was pretty standard. The act was a little risqué but nothing to write home about. During the interval, Marco asked for volunteers.“Plants huh? I dare you, put your hand up.”What could I do? I volunteered.“Hi there,” he said when he sat.