"No, point your fingers. Like this. Now lick them. Now push them in down here".Kit guided John's hand into her pussy.John couldn't believe his luck.He...was finger-fucking this beautiful black girl.Kit curled up like a kitten having its tummy tickled.As John pushed his fist further in, Kit grabbed hold of his arm with both hands and both feet.Kit was purring in delight: "Harder. Further. Push it right in baby. You're really fisting me. I love it".John realised he was tickling her tummy, but from. "Take another look at me, Rick," I said. "Like it or not this is mybusiness. Your girlfriend made it mine."He glared at me and I glared back. I was ready for a fight. Thestoniness faded from his face, now he simply looked tired."The band's a wash," he said. "They've been coming apart for months. Itreached a place where they couldn't stand the sight of one another. Theyonly agreed to do the House of Blues gig because we'd signed a contractand risked a lawsuit if we renigged. It's no wonder Faith. "There is lubricant gel in the night stand," I told him and he got it.He dropped the tube near my knee and tossed my skirt up on my back.He clasped my ass cheeks rather roughly to open me; his fingertip went into my little rosebud. I felt the cold gel going deep inside my asshole.It didn't hurt and wasn't uncomfortable. He squeezed out some more gel and withdrew the finger enough he could put another finger against it. The two fingers were a little uncomfortable but it still didn't hurt at. I let myself drift back to times when she and I were together, and I recall the feel of her naked form above me, arching her back and then leaning in to brush her lips against mine. I would run my hands down her body, from the curve of her breasts slowly down to her hips, marveling at the taut muscle and soft flesh that her yielding body presented. Gently I would sit up, kneeling, pulling her to me, delighting in the sensuous pleasures afforded me by the caress of her skin on mine, by the.