The way it was described on the packaging, it was exactly the tool for the job. Although it wasn't the colour I would have liked, (I don't really know...what colour I wanted, but opaque grey/black wasn't it), it was the only colour they had. I knew I also needed lubricant. I wasn't surprised to see the banana flavoured one was in the half-price bin. I grabbed a big tube of Slippery Stuff and went to the counter to pay. The shop assistant put my purchase in a bag, then turned to a drawer behind. She was replete when she pushed back from the table. “You spoil me,” she said.“The quality of my cooking is in about the same ratio to yours as the quantity. This is the last day of class.”“And it wasn’t any bother at all. I could have cooked.”“You could have cooked,” he told her, “but this was my celebration. I wanted to make it special for you.” All of that was true, if not the whole truth. He wanted her to remember this celebration for the rest of her life.He washed the dishes while she did. I was a very successful long-distance runner and excelled at swimming because of my extra-long arms and legs.I had to have my bras custom fitted because chest was out of proportion to my breast size but it was an advantage to me when I was swimming or running. My ass was actually petite in perspective to the rest of my body and from the rear, when I had my hair cut short; it was difficult to distinguish if I was a boy or a girl. All of that was quite manageable if it were not for the fact that. Um”Izzy was enjoying the byplay between her two younger sisters, and still fueled by her ramped up sex with Alex, she was not exactly thinking rationally. “Yes, you better, we need to be SURE, you know!”Abby had no hesitation, in fact, she was going to do this no matter what Gwen said. Dipping her hand lower, she ran her fingers over the springy curls of her stepsister’s pussy, and immediately felt her wetness. ‘Oh, my, someone is very very wet. As wet as last night?” she teased, running her.