I was born in early 40s and till I reached the age of 6 or 7 I was playing with my little dick (bella kai) holding it and pulling it as far as possibl... and enjoying the elasticity of it.(Even now I play with my modda).I used to wonder why my sister was not having such a tool to play with. Once my siter asked my mother how is it she does not have a tube to piss and make figures and why is it she could not stand and piss. My mother pacified her by telling that her tube was concealed and would. I felt two hammering blows hit my chest as if punched by an elephant, I knew this feeling, I had felt this before when I was deployed in Iraq years ago. Stumbling back I crashed to the floor, my hand already instinctively was in my jacket, I lay still with the handle of my Glock gripped in my fist. I could hear the girls screaming and as the men were looking up at the cat walk or distracted by the screams I quickly rolled over behind the car, the pain of not being able the breathe taunting. Did you..?" She started. I raised my hand to stop her."Baby, tell your story first. I wanna hear it."Michelle nodded and continued:"So anyway he got down on his knees between my legs and just ripped my underwear off. I was shocked because it was one of my favorite pair but it was hot. The next thing I knew he was eating me out and sticking his fingers in me. He has really long fingers." And that's not all that was long, huh?" I askedShe grinned: "He had a long dick, but it was skinnier than. "Fuck me," she cried and, though the words were muffled, Tracy caught the urgency of her cry and began to thrust and twist her hand inside the loose, slippery channel.Helen's hips began to move, rolling from side to side as Tracy's hand plunged in and out of her cunt. Her inner lips clung around Tracy's knuckles as she pulled out, then curled inward as the hand went back in. Even Karen was surprised by the ease with which Tracy was able to fist Helen. Tracy curled her fingers into a fist,.