The tip was at my entrance and he started to push it inside me. I held my breath as it found resistance at first. He pushed harder and I opened up and...his head eased inside like it was made to be there. We hadn't said a word, both of us lost in the feeling. Once the head was in me he let go of his cock and put both hands on my big ass. He pushed deeper and more of his cock went inside me. All the nerves inside my vagina were on fire as his cock continued to stretch and open me up. I was. It was a good deal for Bill because the 'entertainer' from across the street ... she of the itchy cooter, came Trick or Treating just as Carl turned out the garage light."I come to turn a trick on that treat I've been seeing in your pants, Bill. Go away, Carl."She said, "I want to see if seventeen is everything I remember it was in Highschool. Go away, Carl. No, Carl, I don't want to pull a double."Bill would have to be incredibly insane to turn down an offer like that. He was stupid to accept. Then I look down at what’s inside and so much hates fills me. I look up at her and she steps back.I pull the feeldoe out of the box and walk up to her. “Is this what you want you fucking cunt?” I place my hand on her chest and push her against the wall. “Or is this the dirty cunt right here?” I say dropping the toy on the table and cupping her pussy, squeezing it, as my hand on her chest moves up to close around her neck. “You wouldn't know what to do with all of this.” She shoves me back hard. The phone number was to the landline in her dorm room. After the fifth ring, I heard a voice on the other line. ‘Hello, is Marsha available?’ I asked the voice on the other end of the line. ‘This is Marsha!’ I heard the female voice say, her voice getting higher pitched toward the end. I explained who I was and told her I was calling as promised. I could hear her smiling through the phone as we talked. The conversation was normal hi and how are you and how was Christmas sort of stuff at the.