"Why the hell does Sara have a dildo for? Can't she find a guy to please her?"Grandpa, you didn't know?" "Know what?!" Sara's a lesbian!" She says lau...hing hysterically.Well no need to kick myself in the ass. "So you used her dildo." Yep.A couple months after we left here, I went into her room because I know she took one of my bracelets. That's when I found this thing that looked like a pink dick. So I put it in my mouth to see what it was like. Whenever Sara wasn't home,I'd sneak into her room. What it was I couldn’t tell, but it was there. Almost touchable. The taste of it was on my tongue like the tang of metal. The fog lifted from my mind slowly and I walked from my building at a brisk pace. Out of every place I knew, there was one I could go which was close and offered peace and quiet. So it was with that idea in mind I climbed the library steps three blocks later. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of old books and knowledge. This was one place I felt at home in. I. Don't ask me why, every woman I've ever gone further than simple fuck has wanted me to choke them. I have to admit it's an exercise in knowing one's own strength, that much is certain.I would, of course, lap at your pussy for a good while after that, if not convinced at your mewls and whimpers, dipping my thumb, making a cum-hither motion, massaging your gspot, rubbing deeper, to the other gspot, and so forth... I'd rub my cockhead up and down the slit, run the length over you, make you taste. It took her close to 20 min to cum. And once she was done, I went on top of her and asked her to guide my cock into her cunt. As she put it on her pussy opening, and I pushed it in, she gasped and then relaxed. She pulled her legs up in the sky, giving me as much way in as possible. And my cock was able to go inside all the way it’s length, because of her keeping the legs up in the air.I kept pumping her for sometimes and then asked her to go on her fours, so that I can fuck her doggy, which.