I moaned and pressed back into him. I didn’t care how much my gut hurt; I felt great. His fingers were super-slippery. He was adding lube—lots of ...ube—to my cunt. Why did my cunt need lube? I was in monsoon season down there.Then I felt something very large and very cold press up against the entrance to my cunt. No, not cold—freezing. Glacial, and enormous. I squealed and cried out. The bowl was almost empty. I heard him say, “Here goes,” and then I felt an iceberg start sliding up into my. It was long and thick. I thought of Saurabh’s wife. That lady must be awarded a medal for being attacked by this weapon.“Let me suck it” she said. But he wanted to insert his WMD into her waiting mount. He spat out and lubricated his rod. My God! Why is not using a condom. I ran back into the house and banged on the door. “Saurabh use a fucking condom” “What are you doing”.“Vipul, the lady will know what she wants. And if she is not protesting this, why are you”. I continued to bang on the door. Christy knew this too! She could easily see where he was looking. She smiled at Dusty and mouthed "I'm gonna kill you!" at him.Dusty knew she was having a blast and stuck his tongue out at her. She smiled again. The young salesman said, "I have to go to the storeroom and get these in the right size madam. I will be right back.Away he flew to the back. When he arrived back with the shoes, Christy could see a wet spot on the young man's slacks where he had obviously been leaking a little. He sat. Thus welcomed, he had a strong grip under the table on her knee while they were finishing the meal with coffee. From the other end of the table, James Shaffer announced that he was going into the parlor for a brandy and a cigar and anyone who cared too was welcome to join him. Charles quickly accepted the invitation, but George Vaughn said he wanted to tarry for a while and get better acquainted with Ada. Ada thought that George was already becoming very well acquainted with her—his hand under.