“Was it? — was it just as my prick now is?” Her story was exciting me, I pulled her belly up to mine, and my prick, a right good stiff one was b...tween us. “I suppose it were”, said she, “I don’t recollect, all seems in a muddle, he hurt me dreadful, I screamed, he put something over my mouth, and I don’t know no more; but he was doing it right up, and I were hollowing, — and then I cried.”“Are you sure you cried out?” “I hollowed I know, but I knowed there was no one to hear.” “Then you were in. Bert didn't really care, he enjoyed bringing his women into the shower and washing them down by hand, something that neither of his concubines objected to in the slightest.Life certainly was different after extraction and even now, three years after his pickup, Bert wouldn't say that he was entirely acclimatised to the way things were. He wouldn't say he was suffering because of the changes, but the way some things were still didn't seem right.He refrained from singing as he scrubbed the sweat. However he did not; instead he joined the two women on the sofa; As Jemma now looked around for a possible way of the dog getting into the room the old woman dropped her hand onto Jemma's tit and sought out her hard nipple; Maggie comment on how soft the girls skin felt and how hard the nipple was; and asked if she could taste her nipple.A shocked Jemma simply nodded and then asked, "Where is the dog, Maggie?"Maggie suddenly sat straight up and asked, "What dog, sweetheart?" The dog that I was. Apparently Biff (or whatever his name was. Aren't they all called Biff?) was not pleased because he did a damned good job on me, then left me lying on the bathroom floor.I skipped my next class. Actually, there was very little "skipping" involved; I "lay still and groaned" my next class. I did eventually recover mid-period, but decided I liked the idea of sitting quietly for the rest of it as I still hurt. At the time I was being pummeled, I'd thought I was going to have to go home or even to.