I couldn’t get it in. I’m sure that didn’t stop you though.”Maybe my wife had used that cucumber just before I had entered the kitchen and was...washing it off. That would explain the excess fluids in her pussy.My wife blushed a bright red and that was certainly unusual for her. Then she calmly said, “Okay. If you stop suggesting that I masturbate with vegetables you may have my pink dildo. It’s yours to do with as you wish and you don’t have to wash it off or hide it either if you don’t want. She whistled, got down on her knees and started rubbing it. I let out a moan and she stopped.“Did I hurt you?” I shook my head no.“No, it just feels so good!”“Okay then,” and again started rubbing my cock all over with one hand while the other was down her pants, fingering herself. I started to leak precum and she started pumping faster and faster. I felt a sensation in my balls and knew I was about to cum. Then, I couldn’t hold back any longer“I’m cummmmming!!!!” I shouted. I erupted,. Frankie, a man in his 50’s fingering my bare slit and running his thumb over my tiny little anus. He slipped it in between my lips again to make it moist once more and again spread my wet over my butthole. This time his thumb pressed forward, trying to gain entry into my little asshole. I moaned slightly as I felt his thumb slip in past the tight ring, pull back just a bit then plunge farther in. “Oooohhh” I exclaimed as he penetrated further into my virgin ass. He pushed his thumb in as far. My roommates were the same way, and conceivably they had all come here the same way I had, but we never talked about it. We fought, over the small pile of clothes and the blankets, and over girlfriends, as each night brought a sexual orgy of limbs and tongues. All we wanted was to satisfy the cravings inside of us all, and we searched each others’ bodies for some relief. Finally the pain of the change diminished, and I comforted myself in dressing as best as I could, in pantyhose only if that.