I looked at her bum hole and thought how on earth was I going to get into that. It looked really really tight and I tried to part Holly’s bum cheeks...but the hole was still water-tight. I asked if she had anything to lubricate the hole with and she said she didn’t. She then sucked on her finger and forced it into her hole. She then tried another finger and managed to get it in with some effort and pulled them back out again. Boy was she tight. I then asked if I should perhaps add a bit of spit. She moves her chair a little closer to mine and props her feet up on the end of my lawn chair. “Ah, feels so good to relax, doesn’t it?” she asks. I nod my reply, now unsure of where she is going with this. Her hand is resting on my leg, not groping, but still a little more comfortable than we usually were. I am sure it is just the wine making her a little extra loose… perhaps I should call Danny to come drive her home, I wonder.Her hand starts to wander a little more, and I find myself. "Good," he said. "'cause sometimes when I rassle I go away somewhere." Go away where?" I don't know. Away somewhere, away from myself, far away. I came back when you said please. Lucky thing you said please."This confirmed to me that he was indeed crazy. I left him abruptly and made a vow to have nothing whatsoever to do with him. But the notion that the little nut job was even capable of hurting me was maddening. It was infuriating and humiliating. Yet if that was so troubling to me,. I already started to kiss her cheeks and necks and my roving hands were feeling her around, massaging her neck, sliding down her spine to caress her round firm small bosom while my other hand was playing dutifully with her hairs and ears to make her even more aroused (I had good awareness of foreplay thanks to college friends). She had already started moaning and was gyrating her body to get the maximum touch with my body. I slipped my right hand to her belly and was exploring her navel when.