My fingers pushed the gob of K-Y jelly against the tight bud of her asshole. With my middle finger, I rubbed gently around the rim."Ooh," Andie said. ...I like that."Slowly, very slowly, I increased the pressure, still moving my finger around and around. At first, the tight muscle of her asshole would not yield. Then it gave a little and my finger dipped slightly into her. I kept moving and pressing. My finger slid into her little by little. Soon it was as far as the first joint. Then it was as. I lean forward and gently run the tip of my tongue over her sensitive nub, her reactions are instantaneous. She bucks her hips and gasps, her legs tense viselike around me. I smile and do it again.I lick her softly. When at last I suck her into my mouth. I feel her body shaking uncontrollably, her moans growing louder. I suck it, drawing more blood into it, occassionally grazing it with my teeth. I feel her juices on my chin as I get closer. I replace my mouth with my thumb, rubbing circles as. “How could she know?” I thought deciding to keep my thoughts silent, “How could she know how pleased we both would be for me to remove her from the ash heap of someone’s lingerie drawer, and for a $1.00 no less.”I picked up the box and noticed the yellowed edges of the paste board, “definitely old,” I thought, and looked at the woman’s face searching the deep recess of my memories of that night in 1967 when Trisha and I had become intimate in that theater. Looking at the model on the box I. “About last night, Dina, I don’t remember very well but I do know something makes me feel uncomfortable, what did I do? Was it wrong of me?”“No, my love, it wasn’t wrong, it was a side of you that I’ve never seen before, you were wild, like an animal but it was exciting, so don’t let it worry you.”She snuggled into my neck, then she must have seen the bite marks, “Oh my God Dina, did I do that? I must have done, no one else could have,” she put her lips to the wounds, “I’m so sorry, what was I.