It was long and cylindricalwith a bulbous head and a pair of firm spheres near the base, but itwas made from a substance that was neither rubber, meta... or plastic. Italmost felt like thick leather or hide, but the color and weight wasall wrong. Frowning, Ramia put the thing aside and continued emptyingthe box of all packing materials, searching for any kind of note orother hint of who could conceivably be sending her an elaborate dildo.There was nothing, and Ramia fruitlessly looked the outside. His hands stroked her dark hair, pulling gently upon the ends, twining his fingers through it. He missed the ribbon, but she felt so good around his cock, soft, wet, hot, that he couldn’t pull from her to go and get it. He liked the fact that she wanted to watch them fuck and bent his head next to hers. ‘That’s so fucking hot, Kaylee, the way you feel around my dick. Put your fingers down there, feel how wet you got for me,’ he ordered hoarsely, moaning when she did and he pushed through her. Maybe in a couple of decades...Joan Hogan crossed her arms and scowled at Joan Jackson and her talking bra. "Even if her dirty old man couldn't see, it's pretty darn sleazy for them to 'share' a moment like that."The hidden girl whispered rather loudly, again, "Like father, like daughter."Joan Jackson's roommate and lover Sally said, "You can say that again."Oriole had thought she had reached the limits of her being scandalized. She hadn't, "The very idea!"(Gunther whined, "What are they. Done with her back side, she rolled onto her back. Continuing with her legs, I pushed my forearm into her quads, working up and down her leg, to which her moaning resumed. I told Chelsea I was going to be maneuvering her leg in various positions for stretches. Another grunt. From moaning to grunting in no time flat. I raised both of her knees up, then rotated her legs so that she was doing a butterfly, or groin stretch. She was pretty flexible, and I placed my hands on both of her knees.