It felt so good, he i felt his finger go inside. He had thick fingers and it was hurting me but he didnt stop until his finger was completely inside. ...e started moving his finger and the pain slowly decreased. He pulled his finger out and placed the bottle of oil on my hole. He pushed oil into my hole, then he inserted his finger again lubing the insides of my hole. He fingered me with one finger then two then three. He fingered me for 30 mins preparing my hole for the real thing.He pulled his. There was no doubt she could use additional schooling on the use of her well-constructed mouth and needed some tutoring on the employment of her willing tongue in obedient submission to male pleasure. She had admitted to him that her excellence skills in the art of kissing came from shameful episodes in her past in the company of other females more interested in female to female relationships than in normal relations as a wife or a mother.He had encouraged her to educate the clueless American. Jo saw me as she was dropping to her knees and waved.“Hi,” she said. “Bill… this is Charlie,” she said, introducing me.Jo smiled up at us two men as she reached up with her hands to undo Bill’s belt and zipper. Here on the sidewalk, she wouldn’t pull his pants down. She’d just suck him through his open fly. This guy was about my age and he really liked small talk. He wanted to know where I worked and how long Jo had been a prostitute. We wanted to include Jo in the conversation so, despite her. Such a powerful dose of Bimbo Potion still had a limit, however, and eventually ran its course, this time leaving a simple bimbo where Amy had once been, now nothing more than a pair of Volkswagen-sized tits attached to a black hole for cum, good for one thing only."Are you ready to go out and take your job back from Val?" Sam asked, no longer able to hold back her laughter at Amy's massive tits that now filled most of the room."Huh? Who's Val? Jus' want cock!" the bimbo insisted, not sure why.