Oiling my whole hand, rubbing it all over your cunt, then one at a time work the digits inside you, until all of them were inside you. Now I’m fucki...g you with my fingers. God, Kandy, you're so hot and wet already."“Oooh fuck, how’d you know I love being fisted? I wish you were here, too. We’d do more than fist my hot-box!”“Now use your toy inside your hole for a moment, to get it more lubricated, as your free hand rubs your clit.”“Okay, God this feel so good, By the way, you know this will. Martinez," I said. Not particularly inspired, but a decent opener, I thought."Thank you, Mr. Warren!" she replied. "And you've got a lovely ball club, there! We haven't been this good in five years!"That was news to me. The Bluefield club's recent history wasn't something I'd studied. In the minors, every year is pretty much brand-new."We were pretty impressive tonight," I agreed."It was fun!" Maria said. "Mama, can we come again tomorrow?" I don't think so, Maria," Orlie said. "It's a holiday,. .”Laurel, lost in her own world of fantasy, heard nothing! She was even closer to her own ultimate ecstasy. Again an innate fantasy to be exposed to others at the moment of release had consumed her. This time as clear as it was real, she is on her knees, face pressed against dirty flattened cardboard on a cold sidewalk in some skid row back alley. She is being fucked from behind by some tramp as others jeer him on, waiting for their turn. She turns her head seeing all the damaged misfits of. I finish tidying up my daily required chores. In the bedroom I light some candles and turn down the bed. I go and get a few things and set them in my side of the bedside drawer. (I grabbed a blindfold and massage oil. I decide nothing to extreme tonight.) I know He’ll be home soon and want to be ready. I head into the bathroom and run a hot bath for the two of us. I add a touch of Jasmine oil to the water. I think about lighting more candles before I hear the car drive up and I dash to my spot.