As she made me the coffee I made an excuse to use the toilet which Iknew to be upstairs near her bedroom, I tiptoed into her room and quickly slippedt...e dressing-gown cords off and fashioned them into slip-knots (Silently thankingmy parents for making me join the Girl Guides), I slid one under a pillow andslipped the other into my pocket. After flushing the toilet I rejoined theunsuspecting Angela in the kitchen, she was still washing-up so I sat downto drink my coffee and try to focus m mind. His brashness turned her to favour his chances even though he was still a total stranger. His style was cheeky and that tended to make her think he was not the usual kind of charmer one would find in nightclubs and bars. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked. ‘Harry. And what is yours?’ ‘Helen. I’m a student at the university. I live quite close to here.’ ‘I see. And are you free right now?’ ‘I could be. Why are you asking? He looked down as if he was pretending to be shy. But he wasn’t. He looked up. Lucy is going to put her whole hand in Maria’s pussy.” I shook my head. I had never seen that done before, but Lucy’s hand was small and her fingers were long and thin. She curled her fingers into what looked like a long cup with the thumb tucked in. She slowly pushed her hand into Maria’s pussy. Maria grunted at the invasion of such a large object. Lucy kept pushing in and out slowly spreading Maria wide. After a dozen thrusts her hand was completely inside Maria up to the wrist. Maria was. I’m curious as to what it is. Is it you? I fear that it is, as deep down I hope it is. I feel a pressure on my opening. It’s cold. I know it is not you. I’m disappointed. The pressure intensifies. It feels so good. The tip is inside me. It feels too big. I feel my muscles stretching to accommodate the object. You push it in a little farther. My body strains to make room. You keep pushing the object into me until I feel it hit my cervix. You start fucking me with the tool. Banging my cervix.