She reached over, grabbed my erect cock and said that she could tell I was ‘up’ for the idea and that sounded enticing to her. Then she floored m... when she said she would do it provided I fuck her silly when we get back home. I had never heard her use that word before, but she was sitting in the truck giggling, playing with my cock and rubbing her pussy. We pulled into the trailer park and it was late and dark. No one had any lights on so I held up Ginger’s clothes in my hand and then. A white blouse with a casual open neck that would allow the odd furtive glance at the skimpy bra just about encasing my 34b tits with, what would certainly be, hard protruding nipples.The skirt held a secret, it appeared to be a smart calf-length flowing design. Its secret was, what seemed to be pockets, were, in fact, slits allowing easy access to the top of my thighs. Often I would slide a hand inside for a furtive touch of my clit or cunt. But the real purpose was to allow a stranger's. "Go down on me and I'll love you too!" Sure," he muttered and smiled at her."Hello?" The teenage girl asked as Fiona smiled sweetly."Is Rick in?" Fiona asked and shook her hair back."Sure," she muttered, slightly shocked, and called up the stairs. "Richard. There's some girl to see you." She turned back to Fiona on the doorstep and beckoned her into the house. "You are?" Fiona. I'm from Ashbourne Abbey. I need a word with him." She waited for the teenage girl's eyebrows to rise a little further. When the metal was out, I felt something else. It was warmer, definately not metal, not human flesh either. It almost felt like wood. I opened one of my eyes and say a very thick and smooth piece of carved wood. He looked at me and winked, I closed my eye and I moaned even louder. The piece of wood looked almost like a carved butt plug, only bigger. I heard him lubing up the wood. I felt it again at my hole, it had not penetrated yet. He was pressing it against me. I automatically started my.