After a while, though, I felt Kristyn slide in betweenmy legs, and felt the head of her thick dildo press up against theentrance of my about-to-be-min...ed fuckhole. I could feel a cool wetnessrunning between my ass cheeks as she squeezed a generous amount of lubeonto her cock, rubbing it across it to get herself ready. I soon felt thenow-slippery head press in toward my innards, and felt more lube drip intomy crack.I felt her pull away and finger me a couple more times, spreading the lubeon. Ernie sold insurance. In fact, we switched our insurance to policies his company serviced. His business gave him a lot of flexibility and he liked to drive around. He was always available to give people a lift in his shiny new white Mercedes E-Class. Maybe he was just a chauffeur at heart.There was a graduation ceremony at the university—something I had not attended when I graduated. We proudly watched the two girls receive their Bachelor’s Degrees. They planned to spend the next year. Because she was a newcomer, and the least able of anyone at the table, she did not feel she could engage in any banter with her fellow students. So she sat quietly through the breakfast, speaking when spoken to, cheerfully downing her food (and many cups of coffee) until it was time for classes to start.The students streamed out of the hall, many of the fifth-year Gryffindors heading for the tedious History of Magic course with the translucent Professor Binns. But Imogen would not be seeing the. Let’s see if I can get far enough in to poke at your throat,” Stan instructed.Betty obeyed like a good little slut as Tom unzipped his jeans and let his own erection spring free. Stan chuckled, “That’s right, Tom, stroke that prick while your slutty little wife gobbles up my cock!”Betty’s jaw was a little sore from opening so wide to accommodate Stan’s thick shaft. But eventually Stan grabbed her head and pushed himself in as far as possible. Betty was choking on his dick, but Stan held her.