‘And no nasty, sharp finger nails either.’ ‘A blessing I suppose though that may depends on how boiled the vegetable is?’ He grinned over his ...houlder as he handed over £15. ‘Noooooo! Raw and fresh and yielding of course, smooth and slick and sweating cool carrot or aubergine juice … peeled naturally, Andrew.’ ‘And lightly shrouded in the darkness of your oblivion?’ ‘Along those lines, yes.’ ‘A profoundly empty solitude where you won’t sit down for weeks?’ ‘Um…that’s what I might be afraid of.’. Should we try my cock, baby?Okay, I replied, but go slow.Don’t worry, baby, I got you, he said as he slid down his boxers.I heard him rip the condom wrapper and put it on, then the snap of the lube again. He positioned himself behind me and then ran his cock up and down my ass. I felt the head of his cock stop at my hole, then he started to push. The first try he popped out and his cock when sliding up my ass crack. The second try changed my life. He slowly pushed his hard cock into my tight. “I’m completely devoid of any more Richie-Juice,” I responded. “I need some rest, and maybe some food, please?”I rolled off Aunt Phyllis, and Marie couldn’t keep from licking me clean.“I definitely need a few more times with that young man,” Phyllis said between some very deep breaths.We all took a break, watching some TV together. Everyone was naked making it even more fun.To make the evening fair, every thirty minutes a different sister moved to my lap. After a few rotations, I felt myself. The owner was an older man who showed concern, 'For such a pretty little thing', as he put it, when I introduced myself to him, under the pretence of looking for books of literature.He laughed out loud, almost splitting his side when he realized what it was I was supposedly looking for. 'Your in the wrong bookshop love', this is not for academic advancement, this is where men jack off', and he emphasized his narrative by giving me a wanking sign with his closed fist.When he saw my stony facial.