“No,” she laughed lightly. “I’m just teasing you. I will want to measure it to see how long it is when hard.”“I’ll try to make it stretc.... Maybe if I tell a lie, it might grow like Pinocchio’s nose,” he joked.“Then tell me you’re biggest lie.”“I don’t like you and I don’t want a date with you.”Jessica thought for a second about what he said, “See, you didn’t lie and it still grew,” she grinned pulling a little on it. “I like you too and the answer to a date with me, is, yes.”She caressed his. She secured the black strap-on dildo toher body. Then she took a bottle of slippery lube and applied a generous amount to thethick 14 inch dildo. I felt her slide my tiny thong panties to the side so that my pussy wasfully exposed. Before I was prepared, she grabbed me by the hips and pressed the tip ofthe dildo against my cunt. Then, without any warning, she pulled my hips backwards andforced one-half of the giant strap-on dildo inside of me. “Do you like that, bitch? I hopeso because I like. It was something I knew I had, somehow, to come to terms with, but how? I tried once to figure how many times I had shafted Charlie, and it was into the hundreds over the year and a half I had been fucking him. I realised that I was what must have been the junior butt fucker the year at Sheldon; but for my sins, I have to admit that I had enjoyed every minute of it. I do not know who coined the maxim: "fucking is a toy which never fails to please"; but he was spot on! So, here I was. And the 'dating' – if I can call it that – is in the afternoon, under the eye of the all-mother, the sun."My guess is that some, not all, of the pairings will stick. I think there'll be some reshuffling. Questions?" Do you know the story of the barramundi?" Yes. You can look it up when we're back and write it up for Monday week. And while I think of it, Carol, you write about didgeridoos and Louis, you write up the maternal and paternal symbolism. Okay?"Well, she hadn't forgotten the trip's.