..” Then she faded out.I got up and went down the the kitchen stark naked. Marta was sitting there wearing a summer sleeveless nightshirt with a cup...of coffee, like she was thinking of something, or waiting for me. Of course I kissed her and she immediately knew what we had done.“I like her too my son,” she said. “She is not happy here, but she accepts that you need it, and that you are taking her welfare into account. Still, there will be a limit. She mourns her mother and would like to bury. To everyone’s surprise, Donna the timid, quickly replied, “In a month, in the woods on the back-40, bitch, we’ll settle it then.”“Fine,” Ashleigh replied confidently “but I set the rules, I’ll let you know by the end of the week what the rules are, and you had better not chicken out. I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t touched me, you fat whore.”Ashleigh and her clique stormed off, leaving Donna alone. She angrily returned home, knowing she had a lot of work to do.- That was a month ago.In. With one lube covered finger I sought out my tight, smooth ass hole. Gently circling before pushing a single digit inside, I felt like I could explode there and then. Spreading my legs wider, I lined up the tip of the toy with my ass and, gently but firmly, I pushed. Once again the memories came back. I breathed deeply as my ass spread to accommodate the large toy. The pressure inside me seemed to grow until I felt the familiar jerk as I took the flared head of that gorgeous fake cock. I lay. All at once he suctioned his lips to her sopping wet hairless twat and hardened his tongue against her clit and worked it vigorously. Despite her writhing and volatile pelvic thrusting he expertly anticipated every lunge, keeping his tongue right on target. Never losing his focus. She simultaneously wanted him to stop, lest she pass out from the pleasure, and was glad she was restrained from clapping her legs shut or pushing his head away. She knew that he knew her limits better than she did..