“What about other stuff.” she asked.“-like that?”“You know.” she blushed. “You guys ever experiment? She eve... let you do other stuff, like anal?”“Jesus!” I replied, almost spitting out my beer.Taken aback by her bold comments I tried to deflect the focus back to her.“Wait. Have YOU tried anal before?” I raised. “Actually don’t answer that. In fact I wouldn’t believe you if you told me you did.”Demi. I lifted my legs to try to get them over my head, but that was fruitless. I then moved so that I could put my feet on the wall above my head. My first try was not very successful; I was too close to the wall, so my cock was far above me. I repositioned myself a few times until my cock was pretty close to my mouth, less than a cock length away, maybe five inches. I could see every detail of the head of my cock and pulled on my shaft to bring it closer. This was a bit much in my excitement, and I. Sheshook her head. "Are you sure? Are you sleeping OK? Did you bring your pills?" Lori'svoice held nothing but care and concern. "I'm fine, Lori," said Claire somewhat irritably. "I'm sleeping fine,"she lied. It occurred to Claire that maybe she SHOULD take a sleepingpill. Then, at least, she wouldn't be awake when her children had sex,like they obviously planned on doing again tonight. What little SNEAKSthey were! she thought to herself. And Lori's obviously false concernabout her mother. As I dragged them up over her clit and rubbed them around in a few circles, her body reacted how I hoped that I had guessed correctly. Her pussy got instantly wet because she came from the pain. Her hand pushed the dildo six inches up inside her. When she gripped the handle to pull it out, it forced the microneedles in the top six inches of the dildo to push into the inside of her pussy. She gripped the dildo hard to jerk it out, forcing the needles out further the harder she squeezed. We all.