After the nail reached a certain depth, the eye completely ruptured into a shredded marsh of layered gelatin. Now, not only was the nail piercing him ...hrough and expanding his wound, it was pushing him down into the foamy mess. Completely blinded and crippled, Jason thrashed with what little strength he had left, trying to keep his head above the surface of the eye fluid. Refusing to let him have that one escape, the nail forced him all the way into the sludgy liquid, leaving him to struggle. I blushed (not that anyone could see in the in the extremely faint light) and confessed to them this was my first time. They said they were surprised and that I didn't show it, reiterating how much they want me back. They also said that for some real fun to come back on a Fri or Sat night, that is when I could really get my fill, instead of the, as they called it, slow period of Tuesday afternoon. At this point, guy 1 pointed to one of the booths and said I might have one more... may face. They had worked pretty well, she had lost ten pounds and firmed her tummy up to the point that she could stand in front of the mirror and not weep because of the middle age paunch. Now she was going to work on the love handles prodtruding from the sides of her mid-section. They weren't really that bad, but she was determined to lose them before the trip. She went upstairs to the bedroom and dropped her housecoat. Standing in front of the full length mirror, she stared critically at her. I felt my head on her pussy lips. Carrie moaned in anticipation. my breathing changed with excitement. Carrie felt herself getting wetter with every microsecond that passed. I looked at her, looked deep into her eyes. I gently started to put myself inside her. Carrie felt her lips start to be opened by my head. She yelped a little. I started to slide inside her. I slid slowly in, deeper and deeper. I moaned as she took all of me. She felt my warmth inside her, her lips stretched around the base.