They knew real, true extacy at these times. Stephen especially loved it.Monica wondered how far he would be willing to go in his anal adventures.Until...one day after his work, he came home with a medium sized dildo, andseveral butt plugs. He nearly begged her to use the didlo on him, and shewas very obliging.He lay on his side, one knee bent, so Monica could get to his rosebudeasily.Slathering a good bit of KY lubricant on the dildo, she teased him just alittle. Stephen's breathing increased,. *** ‘What?’ you ask. I’ve been staring again haven’t I. Damn my brain! I blame you, you’re teasing me now with your words, putting ideas in my mind. Must be good. Must not touch. Argh! Walking back to the car we nudge, playfully trying to push each other into lamp-posts, bollards. OK it’s an excuse, on my part at least, I just want to touch you. This may kill me by the end of the day, why do I say such silly things? In the car I drive, you rest your hand on my leg, teasing me, I make you take. Not that I ever wear sweats anyway, but still.She always appeared from the south, walking north, and always just before I went in, like clockwork. I tried waiting sometimes to see if she ever walked south later on, but I only ever saw her at that one time of day, and always walking north.She always wore a white bikini. She was tanned, had golden hair, worn loose, and was beautiful. She never held or carried anything, and always had an enigmatic smile on her face, regardless of the day. Whenever. All I had to do was drive to the city. My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I con- templated my date. A young black man! 6'8" tall! I licked my lips as I thought of standing next to him... my mouth even with his cock....a cock I dreamed would be a real jaw breaker....a real pussy stuffer. At work I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room and stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on his meat filled me, bringing myself to draining orgasms. After what seemed like an.