The first stroke of that piece of plastic made me respond immediately, crying a lot louder while bouncing and squirming on his knee even more. I guess...that’s the type of response Bob was looking for all this time.I’ve never been sure when Bob stopped paddling me after that, but after a time I felt his hand rubbing my lower back, while Art had knelt down beside my head and was stroking my hair while murmuring loving words to me. Bob spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Welcome to the club. The thumb began to slide in and out, matching the movement of the cock sliding in my pussy. 揗mmmmyessss, your asshole is so fucking tight.� 揑抦 going to open it up, then drive my dick deep inside.� I felt the other hand leave my hip and a second digit push along side the first one. The two fingers separated, pulling my anal sphincter open. I gritted my teeth as a mixture of pain and pleasure went through my body卼he cock seemed to be going even deeper and harder than before.Tears filled my eyes,. We ate and had a couple of drinks and continued on our way to my house. On the way home we chatted about old times but he could tell I was a little off. I wanted, needed that hit.We finally made it home. He grabbed his bags and I unlocked the door seemingly not fast enough because I had to pee—really bad. I told him I would be right down, the bathroom was upstairs. I ran up the stairs and did go to the bathroom. When I finished I went right to my bedroom which was right there. I yelled to him. It's now Saturday morning and due to not getting to sleep to almost 4am it's nearly 11am when I arise. Surprised I slept so late I immediately check my phone for any messages from Barbara and sadly there are not any. What could she be doing begins racing through my mind. I get up and jump into the shower. So many scenarios keep clogging my mind which causes my little dick to again get hard. I grab some body wash and get off within 2 minutes. I finish my shower, dress and head downstairs for.