The dreaded just friends thing. Please, God, not that.Then it rained again, three days straight. Three days of heaven. Pool to ourselves. Swimming nud... every time. Kate's glorious skin. Firm muscles under her curves everywhere. I wasn't a bodybuilder type by a long shot, but I was fairly trim. That's one good thing about swimming. You end up with long, smooth muscles. Women who swim look especially good, and Kate was no exception.There were little touches here and there at the end of the pool. I could see her hot, wet pussy through the sexy sheer pantyhose. I put my face right in her honey pot and could smell her sweet pussy. I kissed up and down her legs and inner thigh as I slowly pulled her pantyhose down mid thigh. I slid my face between her pantyhose and body and buried my face in her pussy, licking up and down her labia, swirling my tongue around her clit, sliding my tongue in her pussy tasting her sweetness. I pushed her legs up and exposed her tight little asshole and began. "Oh that's left over from Jeff," she answered. "Jeff lived with me until about three months ago. We split up. He already had the mattress, and brought it with him when he moved in. When he moved out he just took his clothes and stuff and left it. It really does take over the room, doesn't it?" So that explains it," June said. "We thought maybe you held parties up here. Or rented it out as a trampoline to gymnastic groups, or something." We all laughed.I patted the corner of the bed. "Sit down,". The toy that is apparently able to change its state of aggregation and is also fucking sentient and possibly haunted has latched on to me. I feel it breach my pussy lips like a tongue and enter my body.“Oh my God,” I gasp but swallow the ‘od’-part of ‘God’ because something is happening.I am full. I am so, so full.Something that is just a little larger than the space my body provides, something that stretches me just a little and presses snugly against my insides, something warm and pulsing, is.