. Surely, I'll pick up a man!Although one can see I wouldn't be cast as Eve in a Garden Of Eden movie, I was smoking hot. Lipstick and thongs and plug... help. Smooth shaven skin helps. Numerous hung men that love to have me any which way they want me helps.I wake up late on my day off. I make coffee and switch to my yoga clothes. Which are just slightly more comfy than my sleeping clothes. Yoga thongsare hard to come by. I work out my booty until my muscles burn. That sensation always leaves me. *****“I didn’t say you could roll the windows down.” Taylor said, after a long silence that had made me feel even more nervous than I already was. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”“Just don’t do it again.” She said, rolling my window back up and locking the doors. Then I heard it. *brrrrp* Did she just...fart? No, it must’ve been the car. I tried to think of something to say.“Hey, have you seen any good...” I started. “Stop talking and soak in the atmosphere.”Huh. Well, I guess that takes. As a result of that double tragedy, Lydia sank into depression and for days only left her bed to go to the bathroom. She was adamant she never wished to return to the house she and Kevin had purchased with a big mortgage and it was sold. Over the weeks she showed no signs of responding to medication and was admitted to a special facility for more intense treatment where she stayed for two months. Shereturned home showing improved energy and mobility but remained mentally listless. Gradually. I took the bottle of lube and squeezed out a generous amount before coating her sphincter and as far as I could reach with three fingers into her rectum. As I did Cyn pushed back with her cute little ass and gaping wide asshole as if she wanted to swallow hand and all. I gave her ass one more treatment with the lube while she coated my cock from tip to balls and back again. Cyn closed the container of lube and climbed on to her hands and knees with a pillow under her chest and her butt.