It’s smooth so no real risk of injury, but the height of discomfort really makes it a sensation not to be missed. It was just like what I assume it�...�s like being arsefucked. So, there I was, in a bit of a world of my own sighing and moaning to the rhythmic pleasures of having one’s arse properly done, when Meg reminded me she was on the other end of the phone and now had her bunny wedged firmly up inside her, ears in the correct position chewing away at her magic button. I was going to fucking. Certainly, the people at the church took this view. But you see, they did not dare to take any other view, or they might have to admit that the arrival of a young man in the life of ‘Poor old Rowena,’ might have been the agent of change. That would be naughty. Whatever the agent was, the practical outcome was, that Rowena actually went to a good hairdresser and had her hair cut and styled. She dug out from the recesses of her wardrobe garments she had not worn since Ken was killed. They were. I was beating off like crazy, all ready to cum right there with her, when the real Jeff walked in. "Oh God, Paul. What did you do?" "What could I do?" I was mortified. I yanked the blankets over my cock and scrambled to find the remote. The whole time the wet sloshing sounds of Allie fucking herself and cumming filled the room. Jeff grabbed the remote before I did, but instead of turning it off, he sat down on the bed next to me, just watching Allie spasming on that big dildo over and over. When she did wear a bra she wore Heather’s. I guess she might be bigger than I originally thought.Tonight I couldn’t sleep so I was watching something on my computer in the family room (probably writing this). The room was totally dark except for the screen. Kaitlyn just came downstairs. She didn't know I was there and she didn’t see me. I said hello and I surprised her. She said she couldn’t sleep either. She was wearing a long tee shirt almost down to her knees. Since she was caught off guard.