"I guess, just because it will be better for me," he said and went to the table. He picked up the lube, then paused to look in the drawer.Shit. He had...found the dildo.He pulled it out, still shiny with lubricant gel. "Looks like he's no stranger to getting fucked. You ever been fucked by a real man?" I shook my head no. "Well then today's your lucky day."I tentatively bent over and spread my legs. He put a lubed finger in me first. I took it no problem, having been warmed up by my wife. Then I. I inhale a deep breath and drop the material hiding Pussy. Breathing deeply, I take in the sight of her. Surprisingly, my first thought is she is pretty. Very pretty. Her lips are neat and tidy and pink. Wanting a better look, I widely spread my legs, delighting in the way her lips open up to reveal her sweet treasure. Her reflection in the mirror resembles a beautiful flower, opening when kissed by the sun. I imagine her opening just like this when he kisses her. Pussy gives me my first. After their newborn son had arrived they had moved back to the husband‘s hometown, only to be killed in an automobile accident 7 years later. Nothing on what happened to the boy. Investigator Dermwieler wrote down the name of the husband’s hometown, his first name and the name of his wife. The boy’s name had been William, but again no last name was given. He wrote down the dates of marriage, and death. He would place a call to that town in the morning, and talk the local police dept. and. " Good girl..I shove my jeans down past my hips and my boxers go with them, releasing my erection. Then my hand slides between your thighs and against your wet pussy, stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. One finger pushes them aside and I slide my hand against your bare wetness, fingering your clit.You moan as I slowly slide one long finger into your tight passage, lowering my head to take your nipple into my mouth.Jane slipped her own finger into herself and moaned, pressing.