He liked everything about Jill: her face, her hair, and especially the way she looked in her dress tonight. On Monday evening he went and bought her a...small gift to give her before church next Sunday. He looked forward to that evening and being with her not just riding buses together. * Chapter Three: The Second Date It was Sunday afternoon and Jill was having a fashion dilemma. What to wear to church with Hob? Should she wear slacks and a sweater top or dress up again. Remembering how Hob. ? She would pull it almost totallyout, the let my muscles pull it back inside.?Each time I would groan and grunt with discomfort.? Finally she bored of this, and pulled itfree.? I breathed a deep sigh of reliefaround the gag as my nose was plugged up, and I could barely breathe throughit.? Then my heart dropped as my wifesaid ?Yeah, this dildo will look so nice sliding in and out of your ass, I hopeyou?re loosened up enough.?? She steppedbehind me, put the toy in position, and spoke to me. It was puffed out in a lump with the pressure of her soft bush hair, and like a burgeoning afro, the hair was poking out every which way of her bush in tufts and lumps of soft pussy-hair.I was slightly turned-on at the smell of her feminine Musk –an overpowering, pungent waft, like a fishy-sweet sex fragrance.When I inhaled this pussy-scent deep into my nostrils, my legs went weak, although, being such a prude & a wimp, my dick stayed flaccid.I continued to try and protest“Stephanie, please. Sasha hated that she was right, there was no door slammed in her face.Wendy tried folding her tongue. She tried blowing lightly. She tried nibbling with her teeth. Everything she tried just made Zera pull Wendy’s hair and say:“Do better! You’re supposed to be some goddamned prodigy. For fuck’s sake.”She was trying! She hadn’t been a lesbian before! Sex with boys, or boy more accurately, as she had only experienced--She closed her eyes and wobbled her face around Zera’s reddened mess of a pussy..