I had one more sly teasing ploy to take us over the edge. I slowly retracted my erection as though I was done. I took the swollen pounding head all th... way to her entrance."No! No! Oh, no, Chris!"Her eyes were wide, staring sightlessly into the ceiling. And it was at that moment I plunged all the way into her, my push matching her own hip thrust. It felt like my cock head was reaching into her womb and she was welcoming me, an open shaft, joyous to be giving, joyous to be taking. I burst inside. My orgasm swept over me and I was still."That was fucking fantastic," I said out loud, "perhaps I'll go back to that shop and see what else I can pick up."Once I decided to go back there, although more than a little scary, my pussy started to itch again. I had a quick shower and dressed with care. Small white knickers under a short flared skirt and a buttoned up blouse to finish it all of with.I parked just around the corner and walked the last twenty yards to the shop. It was eleven in the. I surprised myself by spreading my legs and raising my ass as high as I could. I simply ordered him to "Now fuck me! Own me! Make me your bitch!!" And then the real prostate massage began.He lifted my hips with both hands and plowed it until I felt like rag doll impaled on a baseball bat. He lifted one leg and side-straddled me, ramming that incredible piece of meat in and out in piston movements. I never expressed pain, I only begged for more...deeper...harder...the pussy slut was "on." I had. I have no idea. One of my best friends is a highly functional, extremely smart, but undeniably autistic. None in her family can touch her unless they heavily sedate her, or one of her siblings needs her to hold them. She doesn’t dislike holding them and knows it is something they need right then. If you saw her with me, you wouldn’t say she didn’t like someone touching her. Maybe I have some scent I give off that makes them not mind my touch. I watched you trying to dress these three. I can’t.