“maybe hes suddenly gone limp" she thinks to herself, “maybe he thinks I’m not slippery enough". She reaches round with one hand and slides her...fingers into her pussy, transfers more of her juices to her arsehole and then stretches her cheeks again. Another minute passes and he still has not made his move, she starts to turn to see what’s going on, a strange bone like hand suddenly grabs the back of her neck, at the same time an hard object slams violently against her arsehole. The thin end of. You’ve all seen scenes from le Tour where there is a crash in the final meters as the main pack pours into the finish area. You see a rider go down and then like a row of dominos riders all around the crash, for reasons that are invisible to the observer, start to fall or worse yet, suddenly appear to ‘bunny hop’ up into the air. The hopping motion means that they have either tried to hop over a bike at their feet, or worse yet, that they have actually ridden over a bike and/or rider at their. Most of the cum on her face was still wet, but it crinkled where it had dried when she smiled. Marybeth poked at the wet spots and made fake yucky sounds. “Eewwww, gross!” and then sucked her finger clean. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and left them on the bed relaxing and laughing.I was more than a few minutes, and when I came back they were gone, I assumed to Marybeth’s room to use her bathroom. I took the opportunity to retrieve my toy bag for part two. First there was the fat,. My acceptance that I dress like her and act like her had delighted Ralph though. After a few hours, he had even asked if I minded if he called me Ruthy instead of Micky. It was like he really wanted me to replace her and that somehow her return would appease some guilt he felt over her death.The next morning my ankle really felt much better so I showered and shaved and went downstairs to make some breakfast. Ralph wasn?t around and a note told me that he was working again at the factory but.