Maybe it was like passing wind or something. Everyone did it, but nobody talked about it.Mona was quite naive, despite what she had witnessed in the b...sement at the orphanage. She had come to the erroneous conclusion that this was something all boys did. So, why couldn’t she? She sort of leaned down over herself. She hesitated for a long moment, and then darted her tongue out in a quick swipe.“Oh goodness!” She sighed. “That, that felt very nice. It tasted a little weird though. Why am I so. We should finish the main part of the meeting by five, six at the latest. We would then be having a meal together. My wife was reluctant about that but I said the guys were really looking forward to meeting her, so she finally agreed. I promised her everything would be fine and that while she was out shopping she should buy herself a new dress for the evening to go with the new lingerie I’d bought her which consisted of two lovely matching sets of thong, suspender belt and strapless low cut bra. I left the plug in and just jerked a little bit from time to time. I had it in there for almost an hour, then I started looking at the big bad black rubber cock. It was BIG! At least 11" and wide! I made my little cock look silly! Oh well, I pulled out the plug. Then I positioned the cock on the floor and started to lower myself onto it. The plug must have stretched my hole good, because I was able to get in without too much pain. Then I started riding it... oh wow!! That was amazing! I started. Normally Angele would have waited outside the door to hear if her father rushed to get tools and start tinkering. Today was different. Her palm felt as if it was bound to red hot irons. She quickened her steps to put less distance between her and the small village. Her house had been one of the furthest from the center of their little town, close to the forest on one side with a sprawling open field to the other: something the cruelest of the townspeople hadn’t missed. The stories of fairies.