As a bonus, Becky had super nice body with big boobs, and I love big boobs. I did my best to stay in shape and I was well endowed. Not bragging, just ...aying. While we were driving past a Forest Preserve about a mile from her place, Becky commented on how many men she sees pull in and out of there. She was curious why it was almost all men and no women. “What the heck are they doing in there?” she asked. I laughed, and informed her they were looking for man-to-man love. I explained to her that. So I’m rewriting stories and truly under probably different headings as this one is itself:: Some of you who are here to read this story, need to know that trying this as a pure amateur will net you none other than shit you can’t handle. Horror beyond your capabilities to mindfully be able to handle. Witchy Woman is a professional occultist and can do shit to you without your knowledge of it one damn bit, your drug right into it. She has summoned demons to merely spiritually appear out. Theresa obliged, lubing the dildo with some of her own spit, then guiding it into Jennifer’s back door. Her moans ratcheted up in response to the double penetration. “Fuck! Yes! Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh God yes! Give it to me!”“You like that, slut? You like being all filled up?” Theresa taunted, giving Jennifer’s ass a few swats with her hand while pounding the dildo into her.“Yes I love it! Fuck! I’m cumming! Fuuuuuuuck!” Jennifer shouted, and then collapsed into Matt. As soon as she caught. I opened my eyes and smiled. “Please Mr. Emerson…” “Yes?” “Don’t” I felt his fingers stop…”Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” and his fingers went to work on me again. We started talking, playing. “Your body is soft,” he said. “The softest part is your cunt,” there was that word. “It’s a dirty word, Mr. Emerson.” He chuckled. “Yes, maybe, but you have a wonderful cunt. I like to feel your cunt.” Tell me what you want me to do. “Touch me more.” “What do you want me to touch?” he asked.