I wasn’t sure how much of it I could take, but the first couple of inches felt really good. I slid it in and out a couple of times not going any dee...er. I started stroking my hard cock and after a little while pushed the toy a little deeper. I then started fucking myself with it pushing it a little deeper each time. I got into a rhythm of stroking my cock and fucking my hole until I shot my load all over my stomach and up to my chest. I knew then I was going to have a lot of fun with my new. The slow tight two-handed grip on my dick is causing my balls to tighten quickly. I sit back and listen to the bassoon repeat the melody established by the flute and clarinet. The music is hypnotic. I begin cumming and she swallows as I fill her mouth.After the last spurt, she says, "Now the E-flat clarinet," she pulls up her dress and removes her panties. She lies back on the side couch, "was when he started to eat my pussy."She looks at me. "Lick it, John." The high notes fill the limo as I. “Come here my dear boy,” she said. As I took her outstretched hands, she pulled me into a hug. It was the first time we had hugged since November 1st—we had both been naked at the time. As I felt the woman whom I had experienced with no clothes on, the material of her habit was bulky, and the veil and wimple both felt strange against my face. “Oh Toby, Toby, TOBY,” she said, “I know you have been wondering if what happened in the fall would ever happen again.”With great hope in my heart, I. ” “Nice to meet you,” I said. Jamie closed the door to her locker and looked straight at me. “You’re not a cowboy are you?” she pointedly inquired. “Me? No—no, I’m not a cowboy. Why?” “You don’t wear flannel and one of those big, stupid hats like your friend is wearing over there do you?” I glanced over my pinstriped pants, the black t-shirt, and my white dress shirt that I had hanging off my shoulders like a suit jacket. “No,” I.