I keep moving my finger around and then all of the sudden there is more space. This has to be her vagina. I gently push, and my finger goes in a lit...le deeper. Not wanting to wake her, I pull out a bit. All is well and feeling bolder, I push back in a little deeper this time. My god, I am finger fucking my first pussy. My finger is now about half way in and I am just slowly going in and out and my finger is getting wet from her juces. Then it happens, I feel her pussy muscles contract. Of course, all those hamburgers and cartons of milk in the grocery storehad to come from somewhere. She had just never thought of where exactly.She never pictured the place where all the cows that provided theseubiquitous things came from. They came from here, apparently.All those people who voted for George W. Bush and Mitt Romney and therest of that ilk had to come from somewhere, too, because no one she knewback home voted for them, that's for sure; at least, they didn't admitthey did.All. As I was on my knees being their cocksucker, I heard someone walk by, but I wasn’t allowed to stop sucking to see who it was, so I can’t be sure who it was, since the circle of cocks for my mouth was very close knit so they all got time in my mouth. As I mentioned, I really didn’t have many friends that I wasn’t sucking cock for, but one day, a k** from my class, who was really larger than the rest of us, saw me walking with the guys into the alleyway. Little did he know that I was their. "It's so warm. Just shove it in already," she demanded. He grabbed the icicle with one of his hands and pushed the last four inches into her at the same time he thrust his cock. She screamed out but went silent when the air was forced out of her lungs by her own jolting contortion. It took a minute of gasping before she could speak again. "You asshole. You're going to kill me," her words were slurred and drunken.Jon chuckled at the thought. "Local girl stabbed in the ass with an icicle." Local.