However, he was still concerned, so he asked Beth and me to act as a mobile squad to cover any place that got out of hand.Hey, this was a lot more fun...than the regular activities, at least for us, so we readily agreed. We used our going-to-school car for mobility, and we were given some magnetic signs to hang on the car to make us look official. As usual, Beth was the driver and I was shotgun. A police radio was installed in our car, so we were able to keep up to date on any problem spots.For. He gets one row in from front to back in quick order. At the steel uprights the sheets need to be notched for the uprights and the last sheet needs a little trimming to fit. Before starting the second row he cuts the left third off a sheet and he uses the remainder. This is so the joints don’t all line up, the part he cut-off gets a little more trimming when it goes in as the last piece in the row. For the next row he cuts off the right third and starts with that piece. Thus only every third. The final and third box is not mine, but I don’t realize it. It actually belongs to my next-door neighbor Sara, but in my excitement, I open it without checking the address.Inside and discreetly packaged under some bubble wrap are three glass objects. I pick them up examining them, unsure exactly what they are. I grab the box, look at the label and see Sara’s name and address on them.“Oh, shit!” talking to myself. “I know what these are!” A big smile on my face.I’m looking at three glass butt. There's a soft click, and it begins a deep, throbbing vibration inside my ass. He speeds up his hands. Oh, God, this is going to be good. He's an expert, a magician, a demigod.Faster and faster he goes, hurtling my cunt towards the cliff, ready to shatter on the rocks below. I can't help myself from making my sex noises, short, throaty gasps. I try, but I can't. It's so close, so amazingly close. I begin to see colors, my cunt clenches his fingers, grabbing, trying to pull him further in.And.