It was double-endedwith one end shaped like a prick and the other like anasshole-piercing sex toy. She had the prick end inthere and started to fuck h...rself slowly with it. Igrabbed the leg she had up in the air and stuck my dickback into her asshole. I could feel the glass dildomoving in and out of her cunt as I fucked her ass. Shewas moaning in earnest now.This went on with different variations for awhile. Iwas fascinated watching the glass dildo slide into herand turned her from one side to. ”“Oh, we can fix that.”“No, you can fix it.” She pointed across the room. “You can do it over there on your sofa.” Thus my ploy for a pre-coital handjob was thwarted.I had just moved and now I was going back. But there didn’t appear to be another option now.As I went over there, Charlotte rustled around in the other side of the room. She came over to me with a jar of Vaseline and part of a broadsheet newspaper. She spread that out on the table - it was part of The New York Times and it was. . just let it flow down over your chin while you lick as fast and as hard as you can ... yes ... like that ... just ... like ... that.” Cyndi began to shiver and shake as the other girl’s tongue rapidly traced a path up and down the girl’s spread lips. Her face and chin becoming wet with Cyndi’s fluids, and the steady trickle of drops into the toilet bowl letting Kelly, and everyone else that bothered to notice, just what Cyndi was up to with the girl between her legs. “Oh, fuck yes ... mmmm. George grinned. "There's a spot for that, too. It's fourth in the running."By the end of the week, everyone in town, and in the community, had placed a wager. There hadn't been this much excitement since two years ago when Faye-Ann Holmes and her twin sister Raye-Ann butted heads over their family tree. According to Faye-Ann's research they were descendents of Robert E. Lee. According to Raye-Ann they were kin to Stonewall Jackson. Everyone had placed wagers on which one would win the argument,.