I took the dildo into the bathroom and pushed it against the toilet seat, suction end first. It stuck and seemed very firmly attached. I removed the t...ong then straddled the toilet seat and attached dildo. I sunk down on to the cock, remembering the one time I’d tried this with my husband and the way his erection had failed. This time the erection was never going to fail and I lowered myself until the dildo was buried inside me. I reached down and began to gently massage my clit as I moved up. I know I shouldn’t let these people get to me but yet every time I say they won’t they do.’ ‘Can I ask you something?’ ‘Yeah sure Frank. You can ask me whatever you want.’ ‘Do you enjoy writing what you write?’ ‘Yes of course I do.’ ‘That is what counts. What everyone else thinks should not matter as long as it brings you enjoyment.’ ‘Thanks Frank. You really are a friend. You know exactly what to say to get me back on track.’ She sat and listened to the saxophone play for a little while. Then. "Steve laid back on the bed and closed his eyes and was starting to feel the difference in Tony's technique. I continued, "Good! Open your lips for a moment and let more of your saliva drip down his cock. Good! See how it helps your hands glide more smoothly? Now stroke his cock a little faster and match the speed of your mouth moving up and down with those of your hands."Steve started to squirm and move his hips and I could hear his moans getting louder. I said, "You're doing great, Dear. Now. Princesses didn’t do something so crass.“But choo a maeed, choos work up eem dem castle. Choo don’t be doin’ such work down heeere. Wot choo really doin’ down heeere?”“Maybe ... I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using herself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.“Yeesh,” groaned.