” He just looked up at me and smiled while he slid his middle finger inside me with his palm up and pushed my pussy lips back with his other fingers...as he went in deep. I slumped back. Being entered felt great. His finger pad was now right on my little peanut of a G spot. He gently pumped in and out and then started sucking my clit in and out of his beautiful mouth. He would suck in and just hold it there with the vacuum of his mouth and wiggle back and forth just a little. Then let it out.. My cock sprung up like a snake charmer's cobra."Jesus, I should have got a box of extra large," she said as he reared, "If I'd known you was going to poke me with that monster." she added."Yes, I'll be with you," I said as I slipped from me robe, "I've never done the rubber before," I said."Well it's the rubber on or it's up me arse," she said dismissively. "Then rubber it is," I said and she took one and she rolled it on me straining cock with her tiny fingers, like angel's fingers it was. Always the fighter, Rachael tried to pick up the pieces and move on. She was doing all right – until her job was eliminated. Now, with money starting to run short, her only hope to keep their home was to rent out the guest house. Who knew interviewing potential tenants would be so hard? And why were most of them so demanding? It was cute little house, small kitchen opening into a living area, bedroom, bath and parking. They could use the pool whenever they wished, but that wasn’t. In real life they would all be heartbroken for a couple months or years and then move on, finding new partners to obsess over and maybe marry and have a house in the suburbs and become office workers or whatever. But as an ending to a story, that didn’t feel satisfying. Terry wondered if maybe that should be the ending – the plot not wrapping up but just kind of dispersing. It would be realistic. But then again, what about the comic had ever been realistic? The girls didn’t look realistic. The.