I had recently asked her to marry me and she’d said yes.” Something seemed to have ignited the stranger’s eyes, because they were no longer cold... They were smoldering. “Imagine what that’s like, little slut. Think for a moment.” He let the silence lace the air with a forbidding intensity, and he just stared. She flinched, looking away as his hand reassumed its place between her legs, gently stroking at her cunt, sliding tortuously along her labia to create delicious sensations that made her. I love you so much. You're the best.”Damn. Somehow, that belt buckle had changed my daughters. I kissed her with hunger. Her lips melted around mine. She held me tight in her pussy. Her snatch squeezed down around me. I groaned, loving the way her lips melted on mine. They were hot and delicious. I kissed her, savoring the hunger of her mouth. The delight of it.I drew back my hips, my cock sliding out of her tight pussy. She buffed me clean of her big sister's asshole. Sarah polished my pole. I. But you see – sex toys just are not my thing. At all. Kinda like some people never get the hang of bidets, or quinoa, or menstruation cups, or saunas, or oral sex (both giving and receiving). Everyone knows it’s good for you, and it makes 99.9% of all people very happy, but sometimes you just end up in that 0.1%. People think you’re a naysayer, when all you really are is a ‘sorry, I think I must be doing this wrong, this isn’t fun at all, what are y’all talking about, nothing is. “I don’t understand.”Moose had me make a few practice swings.“Now stop over the plate,” he ordered.I swung the bat until it was over the center of the plate and held it there.“This is your natural swing,” Moose pointed out.Moose stepped in front of the plate with a baseball and held it an inch over my bat.“What are you going to do to hit this ball?” he asked.“I’ll have to adjust my swing,” I said.“Show me.”I swung the bat to hit the higher ball.“Notice how your swing changed?”“Yeah.”It had.