"Buttermilk," he said.He watched as Catherine's chin rested on her chest, just above her already pointed nipples, which were poking out from her blous...."I want you to do me a favor while I'm gone, Catherine." What's that?" she asked."I want you to be very nice to Jessie. I mean a special nice. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do, dear?" You want me to treat Jessie special. Like I treat you special?" Yes. Like you treat me special," he answered."What would you like me to do?" Just do to. What a great feeling! Asking me if I was ready, Tim quickly inserted his middle finger into my asshole. Then, without warning, he rapidly jammed his four other fingers inside, in one fluid motion. I was breathless. He wasn't anything like Brad, unsure of himself. Tim knew what he was doing, and how to do it! In the next instant, Tim's whole fist was pushing its way into my hershey highway. I was soon overcome by the sheer speed and firm strength of his motion. When his fist was buried in my. And then I am in. And you give me that deep, throaty moan of absolute delight, followed by a groan of despair at the fact that you cannot wrap your legs around me this time. Now the smile is triumph. I start slow. I don’t want to hurt you, or myself, and you’re still clenching often and hard enough to make that a possibility. Patience. It’s still only evening, afterall. Slow, at first, but deep. A gently rocking of my hips, my fingers playing against your skin again. I love feeling you. Just. For now, we have to sleep."Mary was up, woke me up, and fixed my breakfast long before sunup. Surprisingly she made good coffee too. I drank four cups with my sausage and eggs."I'm glad that Silas likes good coffee. He and I seem to have similar taste in some ways," I said, thinking I was teasing Mary."He can't stand coffee. The only coffee he had when he brought me here was some for sale in the store. When I asked him if I could make some for myself he acted as if he'd done me wrong by not.