Theobject was Betsy's dildo.The first day it just sat there on Casey's desk. Casey debated whetherto call Betsy but what would he say? The next day ...here wasn't a debateat all, his sexual curiosity overrode his sense of shame.Casey pushed the tip in and out of his hole, just slightly. The teardrophead pushed into his pussy, the lips opened to its shape. The excitementquickly wore off though, he didn't see what the big deal was. He thoughtabout what Skye would do.Skye pushed it in and out a. She moaned out and pleasure was visible on her face. I massaged her pussy over the panty and her moans got further louder. I stopped and asked if she was sure she wants me to go further? She kissed my lips and said first let me go further. I got an idea what she was saying; She took my t-shirt and jeans off, tossed my boxers off and held my dick in her hands. She stroked it while kissing me simultaneously. I asked whether she was going to suck it or not?Naughtily she said – no, and said yes. . I'm not going to make it."Tears sprang from Jimmy's eyes. She and Clark were his best friends, and once he even thought that . . . . Don't go there, Jimmy scolded himself mentally. Not now!Lois' other hand reached up, despite the considerable pain that it must have caused her, to brush his tears away."Don't . . ." she said again, softly. " . . . . don't cry for me. Didn't you know that I would die like this one day . . . doing what I believe in?"Lois had a point there. The story would. . .a title she earned and wore proudly.His fingers began to type, the story had begun. As he wrote she teased his cock and balls, keeping him on the edge of frenzy. His words were tainted with hunger and stained with the need to cum. He wrote fast and furiously, the sound of his typing echoing through the house as he banged the keys in passion.She made wet sloppy sucking sounds as she sucked him, knowing he loved hearing them. He often spoke of hooking up a sound recorder so the audience could.