When she had tired, she ordered me back over her knee, where she carefully, parted my arse cheeks, to reveal my hole, and slowly drizzled olive oil in...o it. I was desperately trying to think how I could release myself from my situation, but realised that I was powerless to stop her enjoyment.Julie then goaded me, by showing me the cucumber once more, and then with glee, I felt her pushing it into my arse hole.“It’s a bit reluctant,” she commented, “But we’ll get there.”Soon, she had managed to. She admired my breasts for a few seconds taking in every inch of them,all 36jj of them....her eyes lit up as she just said "I've wanted this for a long time,now its my turn to get to enjoy them" and with that she was devouring my nipples I could feel them hardening between her teeth,I knew that if I was going to get my chance to taste her soon I was going to have to act,I could tell she was wet and I took my chance and flipped her now she was under me and I moved my legs so they were either. ’ ‘Oh. That wasn’t what I had in mind,’ I said, seeing problems cropping up from this. ‘Besides, I can’t leave K9 at home on his own.’ ‘Well, we could move in here with you, if you didn’t mind. Look Bob. It’s was the only way I could get her to agree to be away at the same time as Sally.’ ‘So for us to have two weeks together, I’ve got to share Carol with you for another two. You don’t mind this?’ I asked somewhat incredulously. ‘No. It could be fun, the three of us,’ he said with a grin. I. So every day I was reminded of who my dad was. The blue ribbon in my hair was for you dad. I've always worn blue."Even underwear!" added Michelle as she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled up a bit of her pantie to show to my mother she was blue down there too. "Mommie has on blue panties and a blue bra too," she added as we broke out with laughter.Well, Lindie and I laughed. My mother was not sure how to react to that one.In the pure innocence of childhood Michelle continued, "I don't wear a bra.