I looked puzzled at him, haven’t you had enough, enough he said, we’ve just started with her, I haven’t fucked her yet, I want to fuck your wife...up the arse in the pussy do things to her that your never forget, with that Jason picks up the empty bottle of vodka, and walks back to Vici, he rubs the bottle up and down her pussy lips, then he pushes it slowly up her, then back out, then in a little further, until the hole bottle is stretching her fanny wider than I have ever seen, then with the. ... We're talking pleasure here, not anything else. ... Being able to just lay there and enjoy the sensations, to let someone else do all the work, take all the responsibility for getting you off ... women been doing that for ages and making men feel guilty about it. ... I had to learn what you're learning, that you can't really enjoy sex until you've been pussy, until you've just laid there and let someone have his way with you. ... Or her way! ...You like the way I kiss? You like the way I. Robin smiled and nodded approvingly to herself as her finger slid between her legs faster and faster. That’s it, that’s it, she thought, now bring that other hand up and cup his balls. Tickle his sweet asshole with your finger like they all love, and speed him up for your sweet reward. Smiling and now truly aroused, she stepped back towards her room. On the threshold of her patio, she paused at the edge of the glare of her porch light and looked down to find footing for her. What she could not do was apply her very impressive IQ to commonsense questions; this would be a problem soon. She and Woody were platonic friends, genuinely. She had no more interest in him sexually than she had in Mr Pierce (who was now moving slowly through the crowds towards them – he was like a bulldozer, or perhaps an oil tanker; his great bulk causing a bow wave of teenagers on either side of his track), but she was somewhat affronted that Woody’s eyes were clearly distracted from.