Within a few pumps, she groaned ecstatically and gripped them like a vise.With my fingers still inside her anal ring, I slipped my pole back into her ...uss for some homemade lubrication. She was still writhing from her cum when I switched and pushed my penis about halfway into her ass. That was all I could manage as her clenching restricted my progress. Spreading her cheeks myself, as her hands had moved to grip the counter, I started a pumping motion. Although I wasn't making any real. "Yeah, it is. Just you, me, and Ike. Not to mention the fortune of a clear sky." I'm not sure I want Ike to be here," Carly admitted with a slightly disappointed tone."You know the rules. Don't knock something until you try it."Carly rolled her eyes, struggled for a moment with the cap of her bottle, and then finally took the tiniest of sips from it when she managed to get it off."Satisfied?" Not really. That was a silly sip. You probably didn't even let yourself taste any of it."Carly tilted. There is a story here that you probably won’t believe, but ask yourself, what else could be the reason to find a woman my age sucking on a baby bottle with a vibrator buzzing on her clit, or her hair up in pigtails wearing little girl socks impaled on a dildo bouncy ball, or whatever of the three other possible ways you found me? It’s quite a story, I promise.A long time ago I was married to a guy who was, let’s say, ‘unsatisfying’ in the sex department. A doggy-style rabbit fuck, no foreplay,. ”“I could give you a real good time.”“Possibly. But my wife wouldn’t approve.”“Wife?”“Yes. I’m waiting for her.”“Oh. Er. Bye.”“Good-bye.”She vanished down a path, and Patrick tried to go back to Flood’s descriptions of finger markings and incised lines. He’d never thought of himself as prey. He’d have to talk to Rachel about it.She arrived about 15 minutes later, wearing a big grin. “My personal nungungi!” she began. “You were right on target!”“Could you elaborate?”“Dr. Garshin thought my.