My knight on a white horse had showed up defending my honor and for what? So I could tell him I was had a kinky dark side? I ran to the backroom and h...rled in a trashcan. Poor trash can. My knees were jacked up against my ribs. I felt my heart pitch a For Sale sign and head on up to my throat. The cooking staff snickered comments while frying the tatter tots. Not every day you see a girl run away from the big sexy fireman/bartender. Three more deep inhales later and I forgot how to exhale.. I turn him to face his back and lean him over the toilet and begin to rub his asshole with my fingers. I bit his ass cheeks and then spat at his asshole and licked it using my tongue to peirde his pucker and enter his shit holehe squirmed and it took a little time until he relaxed then I took my pants down and lubed my dick with spit and pressed it against his ass as it entered a little the the head jumped in then it seemed to hitch he begged for me to be gentle and i said 'sure John I'll. My little girl parts were quite sure they were ready to be loved by all of your grown-up man parts. I suppose I was naive, but I do wish we could have tried. I think we would have figured out how to make each other happy without hurting me. The greedy, empty, needy feelings I had in my pussy thought that we would have got me stretched big enough to take you all the way inside me a year or two sooner. For a girl who soaks through two or three pairs of panties every day from dreaming about what. .nothing. Huh, Jules made a mental note as she continued to surreptitiously check her out. She'd never really noticed before that Atwood's assistant had that conservative, sexy librarian look going on. Jules waited until the woman glanced her way again and when she finally did, Jules flashed one of her patented "hey, since we're both sitting here, why don't we take a few moments to chat" smiles. The secretary didn't even crack a smile. She just politely ignored Jules and went back to typing..