I reached around Sue's thick thigh, and I placed the narrow end of the bottle at the entrance of her pussy. She groaned "Oh God!" as I started to slid... it up into her. I could feel the bottle in her pussy putting pressure against my cock in her ass.I thought Sue would be worn out by now, but she couldn't go two minutes without cumming again, and again. After five or six more orgasms I let go of the bottle. It shot out of her tight wet pussy like a cannon. I grabbed her hips and started to pound. "How you been, girl?" I said in false joviality as soon as I got withinearshot.Fallon looked puzzled as I looped my arm through hers. "you know me?"she said in disbelief."It's me," I whispered into her ear.She looked at me again, and after a few moments, recognition set in."Danny!" she whispered back. "It's you!" In the flesh, girlfriend," I said in more normal tones - Danielle-tones, that is."You look great!" she grinned. "Do you have any clue who you look like?" I'm supposed to be Danielle,. He sets the glass on the counter and comes back to the tub, I feel his hands on my shoulders as he rubs them to help relax my muscles. His touch alone makes me sink further into the tub, but I can feel the wetness between my legs and the throbbing as blood fills my clit and awakens to his hands on my skin. I make a stifled moan, trying to not give away how much my desire is fanned by this action. I open one of my eyes and look up at him to see if he has heard me. I can tell by his look and the. Anne is not allowed to touch her love lips without written permission of pervert Poet Professor Peter.Anne secretly discovers how she still can make herself wet and warm with cunning cunny contractions!Anne wishes she never lied to Peter about her and this 'thick-neck', as he calls her former friend.Anne regrets now her lighthearted foolishness and underestimating the real qualities of Poet Peter.Anne is amazed how he easily talks in verses to her! Anne wonders what she now thinks of her.