We didn’t stay long there and went home to wait for Debbie. As we were driving to the first car showroom I told her about the gym. She’d never hea...d of Ben Wa balls so Jon promised to buy her some. The first car place wasn’t very promising. Firstly there weren’t any cars that Debbie liked and secondly the salesman was an old man that neither Debbie nor I fancied flashing our pussies at. We’d arranged it so that Debbie and I would go in and have a look round then come out and tell Jon which. As I was passing the Park Street on my Scooty it started to rain heavily.After moving to a certain distance I had to stop and wait for sometime under the tree for the rain to stop. I felt quite creepy as I was standing in a deserted and eerie corner right outside the South Park Street Cemetery. I checked my watch and it was 10:45PM when the rains stopped and I was beginning to go back to my home. But suddenly I was stopped by a music. It was a violin being played somewhere. Curious about where. We were all shocked, his cock must have been 9 1/2 or 10 inches long and looked as big around as Martha's wrist. One of the guys said “it will never fit in that little pussy” but I knew how loose she gets when I eat her but of course didn’t say anything.The masseur took hold of his monster cock and started rubbing the head up and down my wife’s very wet slit and then lodged it in her pussy and started pushing his hips forward. The head of his cock popped in with no problem and he must have. ‘You always say ‘no’, but you end up saying ‘yes’,’ Rose murmured as she put a mouth to Chelsea’s closest nipple. Rose was right, her love was always enough to bandage the hurt and make it go away for a time. It was a patch that helped her get through the day with a promise that Rose would be there when the night terrors would come for her again. Rose’s hands worked their way across to the other breast, massaging it, top to midpoint, playing with the nipple but never for too long. She saved the.